It isn't a Sandwich
I survived another 365 days and I'm techinically old enough to gamble, to get married, or other things that are legal for my age. However, I have no plans to do either of those because I'm a wuss. Did I get anything? Nope and I don't really care (denial). I could buy myself something, but I'm too lazy and I'm low on monetary funds. I never had much special regard for my birthday. I usually tell a few people my birthday.
I think it's because I have become aware my mortality.
Ah existentialism... Thus, I start questioning on whether I'm going to do something meaningful in my life.
I spent watching the funeral procession of former President Corazon Aquino. I never seen so many people joining in on the march and it shows how much they loved or admired her. I can see why they do as she been described as a person of great integrity. I wanted politicians, policemen, government workers, heck everyone (including me) be kind of like Aquino. Maybe, the country will become a better place. That's just wishful thinking.
I took a nap for an hour afterwards. When I woke up I was craving for a sub sandwich. There is no Subway, Quiznos, or any sandwich shop. I once ordered a chicken sandwich at a restaurant. I was very disappointed because it was false adverstising. I expected it to have chicken breast, lettuce, tomato, and other ingredients. To them, a sandwich is two slices of white bread and some chicken spread (few bits of chicken and lots of mayo). The only restaurant that has a subsandwich is Shakey's. Their pizza is not the best, but much of the other food is better.
