Another year wasted

That sounds familiar...

Birthday on Wednesday. I just realized that for the past number of years I haven't been looking forward to my birthday, really. It's like any other day for me except that people come forward and greet you. The fact that they actually know your birthday or go to great lengths of wasting saliva greeting you should be some form of poke that'd tell you people do know you exist what the fuck I don't know what I'm saying.

I've always "celebrated" my birthday at 10 in the evening of every August 31st though, because that was the exact time, give or take some seconds, I was born. However, I'll be awake in the wee hours of that morning sipping tea or downing coffee, surfing the net like the tragic wreck I want to feel like just because I like that kind of drama. Strangely, it's a form of boost I give myself. Don't ask why, what, when or how, I just like to think it does. Oh, mind power.

If anybody wants to greet me and have crazy, late night convos IM me: amlcortez (YM).

Anyway, shout out to Ayisse and Remika, I hope you get the DSWD travel clearance through. Dun worry, starting next year we won't be needing them. (Woops, exclude yourself Remika :P)

PS
Does anyone know if Starbucks phils scrapped orange poppyseeds out of its menu? Because I don't see any stores offering it as of current and I fucking love that breadstuff. The lemon bread thing's fine though but orange poppyseeds man, orange poppyseeds. *hangs head*

Now, let me proceed to listening to Mr. Brightside, tragic OLP songs and equally tragic Ash songs.