tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1040643731844747704.post-52324644858253696032008-09-16T06:41:00.001-07:002008-09-22T07:03:22.437-07:002008-09-22T07:03:22.437-07:00<span xmlns=''><p>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). </p><p>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. </p><p>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. </p><p>Now, if someone wants to give me this <a href="http://www.sandals.com/general/resorts.cfm">dream vacation package</a> for my birthday, I will really appreciate it and I promise to take you along with me.</p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/blogoptionsfeed.g?blogID=1040643731844747704</div>Elba Sacrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08665693018877587930noreply@blogger.com1