Walking along the busy city streets tonight, I realized this is the first time I’m not looking forward to my birthday, which is tomorrow. I’m not feeling any excitement, fear, worry.. good nor bad.. nothing. I have even just accepted that this may come with age. Adults may be feeling this way all the time. Then it hurt me again to realize it may be because there’s nothing special happening in my life right now. I don’t even want to just pray for my current obstacle, the family being financially in a bad state. I usually wish to have something I’m yearning for on my next birthday or wish to have passed and be laughing at a present problem a year later or show extreme gratitude for the things I have now and am experiencing now. However, tonight.. This year..

Nothing. Blank. Empty.

Until a few more minutes of contemplating, watching the seemingly lonely, damp roads be lit by passing cars, it struck me. I needn’t have a special reason to be happy about it nor have to always look forward to it. Simply, the gift of life.. Me being here right now.. Me having lived 22 years.. And still having the opportunity to continue.. It’s more than enough reason to celebrate tomorrow.

Happy 23rd birthday, self!

Cheers to life!

To the person reading this,

Hi! It’s my birthday and before it ends I just want to include you in my wishes. I hope that whatever it is you’re going through, soon.. and real soon.. things will be fine. Laban! Aja! Fight! -H

Happy birthday, Mom!

Each time I listen to Mom by Meghan Trainor, I can’t help but smile. 

Out of all the mothers I could have in the world, it was you.

 It is you who wakes up each morning thinking about us and ends each day worrying about our needs for the next morning. 

There may be a lot of other moms who thinks like you, feels like you, talks like you, “but ain’t nobody got a mom like mine.”  

Happiest birthday to you! Hope you liked our surprise. We love you. 

Another Year

Last September 5, I was so busy, tensed, hyped, but not because it was my day but because it was another day to finish, submit, and defend our thesis. The whole team spent the night at my best friend’s house, which was usual to the PB’s. But in spite of the loads of work to finish, they managed to prepare a surprise for me. Twelve midnight, I walked back from my dormitory with my parents, lights were off, they sang and greeted with a huge box of pizza with lighted candle and an ongoing video from the iPad. I could still remember it like it just happened weeks ago.

Now, exactly a year later, here I am at home, past all the stress from college life, past pre-board, watching series and eating pistachio-flavored ice cream while waiting for the board exam’s results. Who would’ve known it was just half a year ago when I haven’t even have time to care about how I look or how much sleep I got the night before or what would it be like six months later?

I am just so thankful for everything I’ve been through, for another year I was granted, for everything. Also, I’m grateful I realized today that birthdays need not be extravagant, nor spendy, nor have lots of people to remember it every year. I woke up feeling bad about my family arguing, had just seven “greeters,” and spent my day just watching and eating at home, even a few hours alone. I feel happy to be 21 and contented.

My day’s ending in a few hours. All I hope is for another good day next year, better if willed. Who knows? There may be a good reason why today’s #HugAPsychMajorDay. I hope my family’s well and happy, my friends and I have stable jobs, and maybe, just maybe, I’m happy and in love with a man I deserve.. as much as he deserves. 

Happy birthday, my dear self!

I wrote this on my birthday. I believe in “everything has a reason” now, more than ever. #HugAPsychMajorDay truly wasn’t a coincidence. The results came the day after. Dad woke me up with the happiest tone of his voice on the phone. And, just two days ago, I attended the Psychometricians and Psychologists’ Joint Oath Taking Ceremonies. I could not explain the joy that overwhelms me. The road is still long. For now, let me leave you with these two words, I’M READY. 

Ma. Hyacinth C. Estidola, RPm

“Christmas and Calvary are inseparable.” -Mass Presider last night at Binmaley Church

As we celebrate His birth, let us also be reminded of the sacrifice that He has done to save all humanity.

Thank you and happy birthday, Papa Jesus! We love you.