You see, I am a not-so-proud bummer since late October last year. And from then on, current day and date have turned insignificant in my life. My family and friends can occasionally hear me ask, "Ano na nang araw ngayon?!" or see me freak out while shouting, "Anong date na, anong date na? Ay puchay, birthday ni (kahit na anong name) kahapon!!! Hindi ko nabati!" (FYI: Eventhough this kind of incident happens, I still don’t rely on my phone calendar features. I DON’T SAVE BIRTHDAY REMINDERS. So if you receive a call, message, or web comments from me, greeting you on your special day, well, that only means you are special and appreciated.*wink*)

Anyway, so here comes February. What is up with me? Nothing. Still nothing. I am yet convincing myself, "try to get into the call center industry, you flimsy little bummer!" just so to have work. Well… We will see.

By the way, May called this afternoon and shared her mishaps that took place these past two days. The funny thing is, I just had my usual afternoon kamustahan slash chismisan telebabad with her the other day and while we were on the phone, she sounds so happy and overwhelmed by some new things. But, because of some of life’s incongruity, right after that phone call, series of bad news came, and left her somewhat crushed. Oh, back to the May’s-call-this-afternoon topic. She let me know that she’s kind of excited for my birthday, which is coming next week. Then I told her that I don’t feel the same thing because it’s like there is nothing to celebrate since I feel somehow bad about being futile worthless bummer. Being a co-bummer herself, she confirmed my drama and even testified, "oo ngaaaaaaa… it is like we are merely existing." Wow, we’ve been "merely existing" for almost four months now.