I’ve always had a different reason to celebrate Cinco de Mayo, mostly because I am neither Mexican nor American.  I was born on the fifth of May 1987, which makes today my 28th birthday.

Around this time last year I was inside a car with the whole family, going down to Manila from a three-day stay in Baguio.   Twenty-seven was a bit of a roller-coaster ride – the first half was filled with travels and lavish spending, while the second half was mostly made up of me trying to undo the damage I’ve done to my savings.

I’d like to think that I’d grown out of the financial splurge phase that comes with every salary increase and that I’ve successfully re-trained myself to work within a budget once again.

I’ve also started a new job about a month into my twenty-seventh year, and I started another one (in the same department) a week before it ends.

I’ve visited a lot of places as well; sometimes I’ve gone somewhere new as often as once a month – a lot harder to do when you’re on a budget!  But careful planning and tipid friends really help out a lot.

I have no idea what to expect for my twenty-eighth year as somehow I expect that it’s one of the lull years before the big three-0 drama.  Personally I don’t think Saturn’s Return will have that big of an impact in my life yet because in my head all the drama is shoved to the side until I hit thirty.

I just know that there’s still so much that I want to do, so many mistakes I’ve yet to make, so many things I want to experience, so many places I’ve yet to go.

So to end this rant, I bid adieu to 27 and say hello to 28!

Let’s do this!