So far this is the first birthday that I skipped the candle blowing by mere coincidence. The store where we bought my favorite carrot cake didn’t have “23 candle.” I was actually looking forward to it, for nostalgic reasons. Ever since I was a kid “the candle blowing” on your birthday was something you’d look forward to. Everybody sings “the birthday song” aloud and stops as you innocently close your eyes make a wish and then you blowout the candle/s, officially making you a year older.
Despite the absence of the candle ritual I enjoyed my day. I opted for a simple celebration. We just had pancit malabon, carrot cake, chocolate carrot cake (as per request of my siblings), ice cream, grilled stuffed pusit (squid) chicken and liempo. I’m happy that my dad is here with us (especially on my birthday) and much happier of what I received for this special day. My dad gave my room a makeover! He bought me a new bed, replacing the not so old one with a sturdier Narra.Rather than repainting my room in white (again) I came up with the design which played with the different hues of green (my new favorite color). I was so pent up on painting my room with my dad. At first he let me dab a little but then he got too neurotic about the project and decided (without consulting me) to go solo. My dad is definitely your typical handyman; he’s like the energizer bunny. He keeps on going… and going… and going… he can’t stand to be stagnant. Never the less it turned out great. The makeover isn't nearly finished since I still have to get rid of my other closet and organize a couple of things. I want to add some more pizzas by getting a desk table, a nightlight which goes with the “green theme” of the room. I’d like to refresh my sewing skill and customize curtains and pillowcases. This sudden gush of ideas is a result of watching too much “lifestyle channel” and finally applying the stocked knowledge. Not useless after all…
I have a typical first name and that is Kristina. It could be spelled-out in different ways (Cristina, Christina, Xtina and what have you) but nevertheless it still sounds the same. For the last 2 decades of my existence, my name has evolved from Maria, tin-tin, Kristina, Kristeta, tina, tins and in an effort to be unique I finally chose a hyphenated name now I am t-na.
Mood Swings
Confessions
I always said the right things, throwing smiles left and right, ignoring "unpleasant" scenarios pretend that it didn't happen. I found it difficult to say NO, even though I really don't want to do it. To top it off, I always believed that "If I could just be nice to other people, maybe they will also be nice to me in return". Now, realizing that all of that crap I thought of is just full of shit since a lot of people took advantage of my disposition. Some of them even recognized that I was gullible and naive but instead of correcting me, they completely did the opposite. I've treasured momments of reflection and meditation, the healing of wounds. One day I'll face and conquer my demons...
So far this is the first birthday that I skipped the candle blowing by mere coincidence. The store where we bought my favorite carrot cake didn’t have “23 candle.” I was actually looking forward to it, for nostalgic reasons. Ever since I was a kid “the candle blowing” on your birthday was something you’d look forward to. Everybody sings “the birthday song” aloud and stops as you innocently close your eyes make a wish and then you blowout the candle/s, officially making you a year older. 
t-na @ 10:15 PM|
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