It was already past ten and we were still in the office. The rest of the Hong Kong team was eating their dinner while I was sulking, gazing at the now-empty streets of Queen's Road. Weeknights in Hong Kong are really dull. Or I was just miserable.I'm with two of my peers from Manila. Given that I've only known them for seven months but I feel like a real stranger, an outcast if you may.
It was my birthday and I was alone.
That night, before I slept, I prayed and hoped for something better next year.
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PRESENT.
Hi Mak! Happy Birthday! :D Don't be so sad ha, enjoy your special day. There are a lot of things to be thankful for, sometimes we just don't recognize them. And I'm sure that in His time, He'll give you your heart's desire. Happy Birthday friend! I'm just here okay? Busy-busyhan minsan but I'm just here. ;) :*
- Jen
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24 HOURS EARLIER.
It was the first chance that B and I had a talk since he came back from his vacation with S. We chanced upon discussing some recent personal events which eventually led to a sort of "tampuhan". Well on my part anyway. He says I'm too sensitive. I think otherwise.
I resigned to the idea that I just have to be miserable all throughout the week. Be it my birthday or not.
Before I slept, I sent him a message that I don't think it will be a good idea to push through with our dinner plan for the following day.
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