Dateline: 12 May 2018, Tagaytay City, Cavite
There were many things to be upset about. Days before this, afer I enjoyed several bottles of beer with a new acquaintance on a cool Tagaytay night, gout set in. En route to buying my usual pain meds, I burned my right leg on a motorcycle's oversized exhaust pipe. After the seminar I attended in Tagaytay, I was to meet former officemate-friends for advanced birthday lunch... but the funds I was hoping to come didn't.
But in the end still, one day anticipating Mothers Day, the Tagaytay foodtrip with two great gal pals -- each with one of their grown-up kids -- was swell. In between bites of food, there's friendly banter. The day felt perfect, I almost forgot I had an empty wallet and a raging first-degree burn on my leg.
I have my share of superstitious beliefs. One thing I can't shake off, this week QED, is the belief that one is especially vulnerable or at-risk on the days approaching his own birthday. Unfortunate for me, I only remember my superstitions after the risk delivers. I already celebrated one birthday in the hospital.
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