i’m a sucker for celebrating special occasions in grandiose ways – be it christmas, new year, birthday, anniversary, valentine, and all other possible events that are somehow commercially manufactured by the overly enterprising society – call me stupid, but i am a willing victim. this thesis statement is clearly magnified last 21 march 2009.
it would be the first time for me to celebrate my birthday away from home. annually, this momentous occasion has been a huge deal for me – i guess, after i celebrated my 7th birthday, i did not stop commemorating the commencement of my existence thru parties with family and friends. so as not to break the tradition, or should i say, to not feel pathetic and depressed for being in a place where the people that you would want to be with are not with you, i planned a party to start having a blast on my last year in the 20s bracket. thanks to my ever supportive staff who have helped me in finding the best place to have dinner and drinks. so, 3 days before the eve of the big day, i sent this “trying to be creative” casual invite to 27 agency people:

instead of partying on the day itself, i decided to hold it on the eve of my birthday so that when the clock strikes 12 midnight, i would not find myself in my quiet apartment wrapped by the cold comforter that i’m now accustomed to snuggling into. the celebration started in a casual dining resto in senayan called “penang bistro” where we feasted over malaysian food (the roti and mango chicken were great!). after a couple of hours, we headed to a comfy club by the lake (artificially made) named “public” where various drinks flowed – jack daniels, jose cuervo tequila, absolut raspberry, carlsberg and a whole lot more.
then the moment came! at exactly 12 midnight, my lovely team handed me a gift that they forced me to open and eventually wear – it was a set of indonesian national costume accompanied by a shirt which has “kutu kupret” embroidered on it – this was one of the first few bahasa indonesia terms that i learned, which apparently is a bad term (not really a curse, but more like a condescending term). after all the laughter, the cake with candles came in and the customary “happy birthday” song was sung in unison. yeah, it was indeed touching (for a cheesy person that i am, yes it is) – the efforts of these people to please a stranger (who sometimes makes their lives miserable at work) would really be unforgettable. the gesture showed that i may be a filipino, but i was made to feel very welcome to embrace the culture of the country that has been a temporary home for the last 8 months (by the way, on the exact day, it was also my 8th month in the stint that i’m currently fulfilling). drinking, posing for photos, dancing and everything else in between ended at 3:30 in the morning. i then found myself in bed at four in the morning. some preliminary pics below – more to come within the week (hopefully if i’d get hold of all the photos in various cams used that night!):

dinner time... kailangan parang class picture!

kailangan tabihan ang mahihina kumain para maraming matira para sa kin! wahahaha!

with my very efficient dinner planner

chillout by the club's artificial lake

chatting with ton & dil

while being forced to open the gift!

while being forced to change from my usual to the indonesian costume - great idea party planner, cara!

in the costume with adwin & kabayan maira

thanks guys!
lo and behold – after only three and a half hours of sleep, i was awaken by a call from a client who wanted to arrange a meeting with the agency team at 10 in the morning – that same day which was my goddam birthday! arggghhh! so obviously, i had no choice but to abide by the code of client servicing. after dragging myself to the shower, while still having a terribly heavy head – i found myself in cibubur (east jakarta which is kinda far already) to discuss with the client team. moments passed and i have just realized that there goes half of my birthday! after the dreadful meeting, i decided to call home – while talking to my mom, dad, bro and sis-in-law, i suddenly felt the blues. that was a defining moment for me – i.e. in the context of knowing what “homesick” really means.
to further heighten the melodramatic mode, i decided to pay homage to god for giving me the opportunity to wake up that morning and start another year in this so-called life. as usual, the mass was celebrated by the local priest that i don’t really like (reason being, his sermon lacks depth, meaning and applicability). while the greetings from family and friends back home and here flooded my mobile phone inbox and facebook wall, i can’t help but still feel a little depressed, so i ended up indulging into a retail therapy that led me to buying myself a well-deserved (yeah, a bit rationalizing now) birthday gift made by steve jobs – which i am using right at this moment (if you don’t know what it is, then go figure) – it’s one of those things that i’ve been dying to have to complete my apple collection. did it ease my discomfort? well, in a way yes as i found myself so damn busy playing with it the night of my birthday – such a good toy that allowed me to have some sort of a diversion. hahahaha!
bottomline lesson learned from this experience – since i intend to retain my expat way of life, perhaps in the next 5 years still, i should mandate myself to go home on my succeeding birthdays, or at the very least, spend it with loved-ones that will make the day happier and much more meaningful – unless i want to get into grand purchases that may again be heavy in the pocket. i’d definitely choose the former next year!
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