Its just another Lotto number

It seems only yesterday when I just turned 30 and felt like I was approaching the end of my rope. I really thought that my life span is too short I will die at age 32. No kidding. I've been a city dweller for many years and it feels like living in Manila is like being in a big aquarium full of sharks ready to devour you any time and I was ready, umm not really, just being paranoid I guess. And to be able to see light each day is considered a bonus from God. Another decade had passed and I am still counting my bonuses (unfortunately, one you can't monetize, hence, I remain to be broke).

Today, my husband woke me up to remind me I have made it though another year and was bugging me what I want to do for my birthday. Actually, nothing really special, it's just another number piling on top of the other. I don't want to be reminded, but I appreciate presents - nyahaha. Lots of presents, if I may emphasize.

To all my friends and family who remember to remind me I am old, Thanks a lot! If not for the wrinkles and white hair, nothing really reminds me of my age, everything else remains a child and refuses to grow - haha.

Now, if someone wants to give me this dream vacation package for my birthday, I will really appreciate it and I promise to take you along with me.