I’ve had this syndrome eversince I was a little girl and I don’t really know what it’s called.

I get overly excited about my birthday the few days before my actual birthday but when the day finally comes, it turns out to be not such a big deal.

Let me tell you one thing, having to go to work on your birthday may not be the best idea in the world but it’s not like you have a choice, so you make the most of it.

I wasn’t able to fully enjoy my 20th birthday until dinner time last night which I spent with my officemates who are probably my closest friends at this point.

There wasn’t anything special that happened yesterday but I’ve reached the point where you stop expecting for surprises on your birthday, you’re just grateful for the people who are there, the family you’re blessed with, the job you have, the friends who listen to your sob stories and the people who believe in you no matter how down you seem to be.

As cheesy as it may sound, I do believe that birthdays give you this tremendous amount of hope in the year ahead, it’s that feeling you get as you blow out your candles. You hope against hope that the next year will even be better than the last and that even though the surprises didn’t come on the day itself, you know along the way, before you celebrate your next birthday, THAT SURPRISE IS GOING TO COME.

Besides, if it all happened on one day, what would be next? What else would you hope for?

Thanks to everyone who greeted me. The greetings made my day special, it’s a nice feeling to be remembered:)

LOVE LOVE LOVE 😀