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Today is my cousin’s wedding.

Today his mom passed away.

…

the big C strikes.

unHitched

Tagpuan. Pasir Ris Park Singapore.

“He’s getting married”

My friend’s offline yahoo message popped out the moment I signed in to my account. I immediately dialed her number, to check if she’s doing OK.

Because he is getting married. And she’s not.

She got the news from another friend, who gave out details like it was Christmas in July.

The big rock. The whirlwind romance. The cheesy messages.

Unnecessary details that my friend does not really need to hear.

There are times when life sucks. And there are those when life Sucks big time. And well-meaning words of comfort would just fall to mute ears.

So we ended up bashing the guy black and blue with our words during the course of my long distance call.

And after that, we found ourselves laughing … and on her part feeling a little less hurt. And that is enough for me.

All I can say is, when life doesn’t go the way as planned, then throw those plans away and start really living. Cliche but true.

she: “how can i make him hurt?”

me: “When he sees that he has no more control over you.”

… be well my friend.

the Rebel

I bid goodbye to a good friend who made me realize there is more to taking pictures that I want to discover.

Goodbye chico. Thank you for the wonderful memories.

I chose to let you go so you may awaken someone elses shutter itch

And I say hello to my new rebel. Meet Shadow.

Here’s to finding beautiful stories behind the viewfinder.

P.S: And now my housemates are itching to get their own. Hooorrraaaaayyyyyyyyyy!!!!

On Fear and Enlightenment

I’ve come across this from net and I thought of sharing it here.

“What is the greatest enemy of Enlightenment”?

“Fear”.

“And where does fear come from”?

“Delusion”.

“And what is delusion”?

“To think that the flowers around you are poisonous snakes”.

“How shall I attain Enlightenment”?

“Open your eyes and see”.

“What”?

“That there isn’t a single snake around”.

All of us has that something , a Dream(s), that we think about about before we retire to sleep at night. A silent wish we utter when we commune with our maker. It may be a dream on our career, a dream for our relationship, a dream for our family. Young men dream dreams, and I believe that even those who are wisen with with age still dream of that Great adventure.

And often times, weeds grow together with our hope for our dreams inside our hearts. These weeds of doubt and fear overshadow our faith to believe that dreams, small dreams, big dreams, can come true.

Sometimes all we need to do is open our eyes and see that there are no snakes around. And if there are, are they poisonous enough to cripple us? And to see that flowers are just flowers, nothing more. And the weeds needs to be pulled to the roots. And that dreams are God’s whispers in our hearts to tell us that He can and He will.

Hala. cge go… kaya ko to!

On Sad Songs

I love melancholic songs. I love how my heart continuous to hum even after the lines have ended. It is said that the best love songs are those which tells of pain and loss and moving on. Is it because people tend to relate more to pain than joy? To loss than celebration? Perhaps. But isn’t that kind of sad?

But maybe it’s because pain has it’s way of reminding us that we are humans after all. Paolo Coelho wrote once that Pain is an affirmation of life. It reminds us to feel. It allows us to be human. It pulls on our strings and shows us a stage in which we realized that we can also be unmindful puppets. That when deep pain rules us we forget that we have limbs able to support us and we succumb to the feeling for our actions, like puppets manned by a phantom’s hand. Yes, pain, the great equalizer.

Another J sang me a song a month ago during his Singapore stop in his world tour. He is best when it comes to sadness. He toured the world playing sad love songs. And people can’t get enough of it.

And this one is my favorite. Listening to him sang this live is enough for the amount that I’ve paid for the tickets. hehe

And just to make it official, (for lack of a better word) and at the risk of sounding morbid, I want this to be played at my funeral.

Crazy but yes, note this down as one of my dying wish. But God forbid, I’m not dying, just not yet (plan pa nako mutubo hehehe)

~*~*~

I am a dreamer but when I wake, You can’t break my spirit- it’s my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me, Remember us and all we used to be

I’ve seen you cry, I’ve seen you smile.
I’ve watched you sleeping for a while.
I’d be the father of your child.
I’d spend a lifetime with you.

I know your fears and you know mine.
We’ve had our doubts but now we’re fine,
And I love you, I swear that’s true.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

~ Goodbye my Lover, James Blunt

Pop-a!

Writing about the man who is closest to my heart from start till the end, never fails to bring me to a place of pure gratefulness. My heart leaps, shouts and cries out of pure gratefulness to the man I call my papa.

I’ve often told J, that though we’ve had a very simple life, my papa never fails to make us feel as if our little house is a kingdom and we are princesses. Not in a spoiled rotten way, but with how he always made us feel secured in his love and care. I’ve never ever been more secured of knowing we come first.

I grew up with his makeshift fairy tales. About the boy who eats langka to make his fart smell good, and win the heart of the princess. He twists stories and adds a dash of his own creative juices to make them more personal. And even up to now he still claims he is 28 years old, not minding the white hairs poking up his head, and continues to make fun of himself in front of the mirror whenever he knows we are watching.

He would gather pillows when I was small, put them together and make them cushions because we don’t have a mattress. We would sleep with a hard bed on our backs, but mine would be a little softer cause I’m cocooned by the pillows. And if you see my bed now, I drown myself with pillows. And they will always remind me of a man who puts our comfort first before his.

He’d heat up water, place it in an empty “lapad“, wrapped it in cloth and place it in my tummy whenever I’m having a bout with dysmenorrhea.

He encourages our passion whatever they may be. From the mundane to the heavy ones, he listens as we rattle about it. In college he even went to UP Cookouts and Concerts several times, and actually enjoys it.

It was said that he was given a chance to work overseas when I was still inside my mother’s tummy. It was said that he didn’t go because he couldn’t bear to be apart from us. Perhaps I get this from him, the yearning to be in close contact with people that I love.

He is a restless man who couldn’t sit still. He would always find something to fix in the house. He would cook, wash our uniforms, iron them. Anything and everything. He is like superman with tentacles, doing so many things at the same time. And his rest aside from sleep, would be sipping his coffee, reading the paper and watching the news, from TV Patrol to CNN. And he makes the best inun-unan and chicharon bulaklak in the world.

He’d make me test sheets from my books to help me review what I’ve studied during exam seasons. I’ve always treasured those yellow pads cause I would see his neat hand writing. I remembered going out on weekends and having those few pages of yellow pads in my bag, I’ll always make sure I’ve filled them up before I go home. And he would check them like a pro teacher.

There were times when VECO would cut our power off, and we would have candle lit dinners, and somehow his antics would make the situation a little less darker.

He taught me poetries and even declamation pieces of great men. It started with the childlike “All things are bright and beautiful” to the iconic line of “Four score and seven years ago” from the Gettysburg Address by President Lincoln. I’ve memorized it by heart when I was a kid.

He’d been a friend when I had my first heartbreak. Staying up with me in my room, oftentimes falling asleep himself, cause I don’t want to be alone. When he’d send me text messages of how he trust my strength to overcome the pain. And he believed that prayers can do wonders. And how he’ll bash the face of whoever would break his daughters heart.

There were times when life’s constant push would put this man’s back against the wall. But these moments would only last for awhile and he would be back in the game again. With a big smile and a bulging tummy, he would take life the best way he knows how.

I would always tease him whenever we chat cause it would take him centuries to find the keys in the keyboard. So we would do voice chat and I would always tell him “istorya pa pa.” (Talk more papa), so I could just listen to him talk.

My father is a simple man with a big heart. Bigger than the world. And it would be a great joy on my part if I can make his heart smile and feel proud of knowing I am his child.

I cant remember when you weren’t there
When I didn’t care for anyone but you
I swear we’ve been through everything there is
Cant imagine anything we’ve missed
Cant imagine anything the two of us cant do

~ Through the years. Kenny Rogers.

Happy fathers day popsicles!

Scraps

This is my playground …

This is part of my treasure box

I can lose myself in them …

This makes me happy.

Singsongfest

I’ve had lazy updates for the past couple of weeks, or maybe months. Not because life has somehow stopped throwing surprises my way that it keeps me from mumbling senseless words in this humble blog. On the contrary life has been constantly flowing and letting me ride in a sweet cruise to wherever it will take me. My sister’s visit followed by J’s visit here and our transfer of residence chipped off some time from my blogging. I made some mental note of what I want to share here, and hope that I’d be able to post some entries on them later.

But before that… I’m excited for this…

Two days. 12pm to 11pm of pure music. Good luck sa akong tiil. Hahaha

Finally I can hear them sing live! Jason Mraz, Alicia Keys, Simple Plan, One Republic, Travis, Stacie Orrico. And more. All in one event. Me the fan.

Singapore Singfest

Moment’s dream

Picture this.

An athlete running on her last lap. Her heart pounding. Her mind running way ahead of her. Her eyes grasping for the finish line, towards the goal that’s waiting for her. She tried not to mind the tiring wait while she run for the prize.

Then as she was a few steps away from the finish line, the thin strip of ribbon floated away and the trophy blurred. She reach her arms out hoping that perhaps her tears and sweat blurred her vision and that her prize is just within her grasp. But it was real. They were gone.

She was then told that she still has to keep on running. To keep on waiting.

They change the game.

Another 10 laps more to go. Ten laps were added because… just because. She has no control over it, nor was she aware of it. First there were hurdles placed between her and her target. And now more laps were added.

Everything she had in mind the moment she started running was to reach the finish line.

She is well aware that this is not her life’s race. But this run is her moment’s dream. And it means as much to her as any award-winning moments there is.

She prepared herself for this run, she trained, setting her heart on crossing that line which would tell her this race is finish and that she qualifies for the next game.

Her knees started to quiver and her heart stood muted. Why does her prize keeps on going a bit farther from her, just when she can almost touch it with her hand. Just when she can almost taste it.

She was alone in this race.

So she stopped running.

She stopped running and walk instead. Head bent a little low. Bend don’t break, she keeps mumming. Heart still hoping. Hoping that perhaps her prize would meet her halfway. Because she knows she is worth it.

weeeewaaawww

I don’t know if this is a curse or a gift but I’ve always found myself blurting out words that sounds so gibirishly weird yet they make utmost sense to me. And after awhile to the people around me.

Lately I’ve been finding myself saying a lot of my latest favorite word concoction: “weeewaaaw”. Say it again, “weeewaaaw”. Say it again with me “weeewaaaw”. Good.

The word seem to sneak out from my lips whenever I’m happy… or giddy would be more like it. Like when we finally found the unit we want (yes I’m moving to a new house which I’ll share in some later posts), all I could say after seeing everything so spacious was “weeewaaaw!!”. You might think I’ve gone loco. Yes, I did.

I also like inventing names for people, adding a -ski to their names, like noelski , and dagulski for ryan for example. Cause when I’m fond of someone, I go all the way like inventing pet names for them. Hahaha. I call J honeypot, and I call my sister siskulit. My father is the popsicles, while my mama is mama mia in my mobile. I call my dear friend chichi, chichiroo… and i guess my sickness is contagious because she calls me deebangs. I call my fairies kathy ku, mishelly and Shanti.

Even some of my stuff have names. My Laptop’s name is Chic, while my ever reliable Lumix cam is Chico.

When I’m fine I say “Fine Alpine”. And when I’m good, I say “Oks Manoks”. When I’m off to go, I say “Let’s go Sago”.

I remembered my sister having pet chickens before (yes! HUGE white chickens!!!!) and we call them Naknak, Noknok, Niknik. I got pet birds, one pair of love birds and a parrot. And my ever colorful vocabulary can only come up with Bird1 , Bird2, and Bird 3. LOL.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t go parading and popping out these gibberish words like knick knacks. Well, maybe not yet. When I’m really comfortable with who I’m with or who I’m talking to then my tongue seems to take a life of it’s own.

One time, I was talking with a Singaporean guy from our department. And I might have let a few weird words slipped that he asked me if they were also Tagalog words. I laughed and told him to never mind those words cause they all came from the mind of a little story teller who dreams of connecting the constellations and threading stars like marbles.

weeeewaaawwww!

labs labs,

deedots a.ka deedum

Pissed be with you

I was tagged by Neil with 10 random things .. of just about anything.

And at the same time, I want some therapeutic blogging, a.k.a rant blog, about a certain someone you’ve probably encountered a few pages back if you’ve been here before.

And so I came up with this post:

Nganong saputon man ang ubang taw?
subtitle : Ug nganong ipagawas man sa uban?

[saputon -(usage) adjective, a person who is often in a bad mood]

GOVERNMENT WARNING : SAPOT is dangerous to your health. Take moderately.

So why are some people often in a bad mood?
And why do they take it out on others?

or why is being in a bad mood their regular mood? make sense right?

Somehow my translation sounded so serious, hehe… and I want this post to be light, cause in cases like this, humor is the best medicine. Humor me Idaan mo na lang sa tawa.

1. People often get into a bad mood when they have nothing else to do. In short boredom leads people to Pissed-dom. They see the rest of the world engaged into something that occupies their mind, interest and time. And when they see themselves having nothing to “enjoy” with after punching out for work, they have this inner voice to punch somebody black and blue.

2. People often get into a bad mood when the world is happy and they are not. So when you see me on my gTalk and YM with this status “Happy shalalala”, somebody is ULTRA pissed with that. Har har har.

3. People often get into a bad mood when things don’t go their way. There is no “we agree to disagree” agreement between you and them. It’s either you agree with them or endure their wrath. Nyahahahaha **insert evil laugh**.

4. People often get into a bad mood when they don’t have a love life. I am not saying that when you are single you are prone to this.. nope nope nope siree. Having someone in your life isn’t a requirement to credit good mood (duh!), it’s what one calls a natural disposition. But just from observation, I can say that the statistics are high for those who don’t have a significant other in their lives. Think about it? Hehehe agree?

Reminds me of my old-maid aunt who is always in a foul mood, that my parents usually threatens to let me spend the weekend at her place whenever i misbehave.

5. People often get into a bad mood when they lack sleep. (and food). AND this is UNDERSTANDABLE.

6. People often get into a bad mood when they realized you are not under their beck and call. You don’t jump when they tell you to jump. You don’t just roll over when they ask you to. Instead you wiggle your cute butt and strut your stuff. You choose your masters, and they don’t like it.

7. People often get into a bad mood when they want to go somewhere and travel but can’t, because there’s nobody to go there with. Not because they don’t know anyone, but because no one would want to go with them. And nobody wants to go with them because they are usually in a bad mood and that is just a sour travel companion. And they are in a bad mood because… oh well.

8. People often get into a bad mood when you tell them there might be a slight bit of a chance that they are wrong. They are so perfect that there’s no way in heaven and hell that they’ll slipped.

9. People often get into a bad mood when they’ve been to where you are right now and ,mind you, they don’t lend a hand to help you out when you were still finding your way through. And yet you made it still with much poise and grace and a mischievous smile at that. And that irks them up to no end.

10. People often get into a bad mood when they look at themselves in the mirror and realized nothing pretty much excites them.

We all get into a bad mood once in awhile. I can be really bad when I’m in a really bad mood. Or I’ll just sulk in a corner, or watch a movie, or clean the house , or do the laundry, just till it wears off.

What makes it wrong is when you take it out on other people. People who want to enjoy their day, who wake up right regardless of what side of the bed they wake up to, who greets people with a smile and has a sway in their walk feeling like they’re Carrie Bradshaw sashaying down NYC.

And it’s just a crime to put a glitch on their day just because perhaps you don’t like the person staring back at you in the mirror this morning. That is just bad. So bad. Just buy another mirror. Pissed Peace be with you.

Cat’s Eyes

He scares me.

That’s what I initially thought when I saw him standing there in the corner of the train. Wearing a long sleeved black turtle neck, with black boots and black leather bands on his wrists. His eyes were lined with black liners and his pale white skin seemed more ghastly with the strictly black ensemble he has on.

His hands, with fingernails painted black, held his iPod and he was listening to some music that I’m guessing sounds equally eerie as the image he is trying to project.

But what really scared me was when I saw his eyes. They were all black, deep black, except for the teardrop shaped bright blood-red slits in the middle. They reminded me of cat’s eyes in the dark.

He was standing across from where I was seated in the now silent train, filled with people also lost in their own mum world. I found myself stealing glances at him looking at the blurry paintings outside that the metro leaves in it’s wake.

And the next thing I know, he was staring straight at me. I was staring straight into those black piercing eyes that mirrors nothing. It was said that the eyes are the window to the soul. But holding his stare, I couldn’t help but feel that the other end only holds a deep abyss. I felt sadness.

He alighted first. And my eyes followed him, and his followed mine as the train went on to continue it’s journey minus the stranger with the piercing black eyes.

Cherish

” … can I say it a million times more?”

“Yes, please do.”

MyABC - Awe

my small project here in my nook. Check out My ABCs in my sidebar.

My first entry for this project would be something for someone whom i hold dear in my heart.

I am in Awe of His greatness.

I am in AWE of how He paints lives with a single stroke

I am in AWE of how He speaks into lives without putting too much words

I am in AWE of how He creates wonders upon wonders

I am in AWE of how HE love…

I am in AWE of how He fills my life with small things which are actually big things… and that makes my heart stout and open.

and I am in AWE of how HE makes my small heart , LOVE big.

I am AWEd.

Reverence

in Reverence to The Almighty

if life can be explained
by the whisp of your hair
and by the grace of your
beauty
then life has never been
perfectly canvassed
and never more
captured
i bow down in reverence
to the sweetness
that is you
and i surrender
with wild abandon
to the passion
of whom
you are the
maker

create in me a pure heart
and a stout being
and my soul shall
ever stand open-mouthed
amidst your awesome
universe

in reverence,
i pen.

~ windchimes

5 april 2007

[photo@Pasir Ris Park, May 2008]

Two Sides

She’s Lovin It. Im Lovin it.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

My Sister is here to pay me a visit. I couldn’t even begin to describe how happy I am with this. Though I’m not so sure if my wallet would agree. Hehehe. After her finals with her summer class at school, she packed her bags and paid her ate a visit. She’s 17 , and this is her last getaway before she kiss her being a minor goodbye.

The other day while we were out at Plaza Singapura ogling at some kikay earrings, we decided to grab a bite. We were already one floor down when the sales girl from the earrings store tapped us from behind and said that I left the other pair of my earrings in their store while I was trying some of their pieces. My sister was dumbstruck with this, she couldn’t believe that for one piece of very cheap earrings which I left behind, the girl would go through all that trouble chasing us to give it back. She said, she liked it here cause people are kind.

That same day, while we were on our way home, the bus was already full so we have to stand. Which is no trouble at all since our place is just three short stops away from the Train station. My sister was holding on to the railing and her arm grazed that of an old woman. The old woman shooed her away as if touched by someone with a contagious disease. My sister was speechless with how discriminating the old woman was.

I told her that there is no perfect culture. There are always two sides of everything. But that doesn’t mean that everything is ugly just because you’ve encountered a few vileness along the way. Treasure the good ones, but keep watch of the bad.

When H met S

It’s almost 2 am, and I just finished watching one of my favorite 1989 movie classic. It still gets to me everytime I watch it. Yeah, that’s me, sucker for good romance. Aren’t we all?

Harry : I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you.

Sally : What?

Harry : I love you.

Sally : How do you expect me to respond to this?

Harry : How about, you love me too.

Sally : How about, I’m leaving.

Harry : How about … I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out.

I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich.

I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts.

I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes.

And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night.

And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve.

I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody,

you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

~ from When Harry Met Sally

i Love to…But

I LOVE TO …

• Travel … but I don’t like being stuck with impossible travel buddies. The company you keep can sometimes make or break the deal.

• Hug and be Hugged… no buts

• Steal Kisses… no buts

• Hold Hands… no buts

• Music … no buts

• Meet new friends … but not when I meet and have to deal with rude characters along the way

• Cook … but I am just learning how to, and I really would love to know more.

• Curl up in bed and watch a good flick … but not how time goes by so fast and you feel like you’ve done nothing whole day.

• Collect a lot of things … but not when they start to clutter and occupy much needed space. This goes for memories as well.

• Create and Be Creative … no buts

• Dance … but not when I know someone’s watching

• Hang out with friends and Pick each other’s brain … but not how time seems to never be enough

• Learn new things, especially from people I Look up to … but not when they start to be a know-it-all

• Learn from the mistakes that I did … but not when I’m always being reminded of it by some people.

• Swim… but I don’t know how

• Play Cupid… but not when one hurts the other

• Chicharon bulaklak, they have so much fat BUT they they taste so good hehe

but the reason why I’m really writing this is…

**I LOVE TO WRITE (and Blog)… BUT I HATE it when I START to see my posts being PARAPHRASED by someone else. And even see other people’s Posts COPIED by HER. People who are in my blogroll together with her! My goodness!

Three word advise: Acknowledge, Acknowledge, Acknowledge. Bisan acknowledgement man lang…. tsk tsk.

Beyond Self - A call for prayer

If you are reading this, please offer a prayer to the earthquake Victims in China.

A 7.9 Magnitude quake claimed lives last Monday, May12, 2008.

Where the death count is rising to near 15,000 as of today.

photo from www.reuters.com

One school collapsed burying 900 students. Only 60 were rescued so far.

(Photo above from http://www.winnipegsun.com.)

The above photo is what remains of a hospital after an earthquake hit Dujiangyan province of China.

One province whose population is 10,000, lost more than 7,000 of it’s residents.

~*~*~***~*~*~

And also pray for the 1.5 million to 1.9 million victims, struggling to survive, after Cyclone Nargis hits Myanmar.

More than 100,000 have gone dead or missing.

(photo from www.reuters.com) The Military Junta which rules the country is denying the entry of foreign aid. One needs to apply for a visa to be able to help the survivors of the cyclone.

The World is begging to the Myanmar Government to let them help.

At least 40% of Myanmar Dead are children.

Moi Natal Day - late post

HomeSick

Whew! … it’s been a week since I’ve last posted something here, and I’m so sorry to leave you guys hanging like that with my last entry. I was laughing so hard with your intriguing questions and even text messages as to what happened.

First off, there was no proposal **grunt** LOL. And J wasn’t here, though it almost seemed like he was here with a little help from our dear friends.

It was a birthday away from home, and I couldn’t help but feel a huge dose of homesickness.

I miss my family, I miss the friends I have at Cebu, I miss J. Special occasions makes being away really hard. Had an Emo moment the night before during my quiet time.

I like how some things never change, like the barrage of SMS that floods your handheld when the clock strikes 12. And because of this thing we call the internet, add to that the chat messages and online calls.(shout out to kathy and misil!). I’m touched that you guys slept late to greet me at midnight. Thanks so much.

This only made me miss home all the more. Not the celebration, but the people I’ve surrounded myself with. Dinner with friends or staying home with the family is more than enough for me.

Basket full of Love

It was a usual Tuesday at work, including the very kulit okoys sa office singing “sana malasing mo kami” (”hope you get us drunk”) tsk tsk.

I was trying to occupy every space of my mind with work, so I would forget what date it was. A little after 10 in the morning, reception called me up and told me that there was delivery for me.

And there it was, a basketful of flowers! Three dozen roses! A dozen of reds, a dozen of whites and a dozen more blush pink ones. And it wasn’t a bouquet, but a basket full of blooms.

I searched for the card, and saw his name.
Gracias mi amor.

Out of Reach

Now everyone knows it’s my birthday, it’s their first guess after seeing the flowers occupying almost 1/4 of my desk. LOL.

I’ve asked some close friends to go out and have dinner on Friday. Friday so we could have guilt-free night out, with no work the following day.

But mid-day i changed my mind, and I sure don’t want to eat alone on my birthday. So I asked some dear friends if they could join me. But unfortunately they’re all busy. And this I don’t find hard to believe because I know how late they usually go home from work. Another friend can not be reached, another one is going home, while another was on a medical leave.

I was doing my best parayg mode to Nancy to join me for dinner. She said she’s on leave and her stomach begs her to be at the nearest comfort room always. LOL. When she mentioned that she’s out looking for a clinic to get a medical certificate, I told her I’ll meet her then and have dinner together.

She was asking if we could move it to the next day. But after I said I felt really homesick and this could be her birthday gift to me, she conceded and we agreed to meet.

We decided to have dinner at a Thai place where we enjoyed some great food. And then the manager gave me a bottle of Red Wine as complimentary birthday gift (she asked if it was my birthday when she saw the flowers).

So now I have a basketful of flowers in one hand, and a bottle of Wine on the other. Hahaha. This calls for a taxi.

Nancy have to leave before 10 cause she’s dropping by one of her friend’s house (if I didn’t know any better I’d feel like she was shooing me away), and I have to get home cause J’s shift starts at 10 and it’s our chat time.

Supplaaays!

It was already around 10 when I got home, when I turned on the lights in the living room there was this big “Happy Birthday” party decor hanged on the wall, a cake , balloons , box and food and drinks on the table.

I took it all in one glance, and for a moment I waited for the “Happy Birthday” shout to come out. But there was none. Are surprises supposed to be like that? Unsa man mao na ni ang surprise? Pasabta kuno ko beh… Nyahahaha…

After a moment of recovery from what was presented before me (just a few seconds of recovery actually), out came the supposed to be “out of reach” people singing happy birthday. LOL.

Urrrrrrgh! They got me!

That’s when they told me that Nancy was in on it. That’s why she made that flimsy excuse of having an LBM just so she can’t meet me. That all day long while I was chatting with Rachel, Neil and Patty were ogling behind her back making sure I have the impression that they’re out saving the world that’s why they’re busy that night.

And oh, they were there around 7 pm, waiting for me to get home. Muntik na silang ma-indyan ng isusurprise sana. Hahaha. No wonder Marky was already very hungry. Neil even called my sister back at Cebu, to call me and ask me to go home ASAP so we could chat online. Just to get me to come home.

And J, oh J, I almost thought he forgot my birthday. The night before it was already passed twelve and still he didn’t greet me. So I asked him if he knows what date it was. And then he greeted me, saying he didn’t forget at all. I didn’t know then that he was conspiring with our friends here for the surprise, the flowers and his gift.

Hahahaha… yeah joker kaau ko. *cover face*

(I don’t know if he’s aware of how much he spend, was tempted to sell the flowers and give him back the money.. .JOke! hahaha.)

There was food, drinks, and good friends to spend one day in a person’s life when it was said that he or she is to feel most special. The Red Wine also came in handy, just in time for the celebration.

I felt loved. And more than anything, that is why I was happy happy, joy joy.

p.s:
And there was another surprise the following day. My boss bought me a cake , which we shared with some friends at work. Imagine my surprise, when I bought some cake from home to share with them, only to receive a cake my boss bought for me. Hahaha. Laugh trip baybeh!

This would be one of my favorite surprise ever, the list just keeps on growing. (Oh the stories I’d tell when I grow old… ) I had a piece of home. My favorite away from home birthday.

And to him who is away (yet near in a lot of ways) : you did it again. And this time with more angels to help you.

This was my birthday two years back when he was still just a friend.

happy happy, joy joy

it’s 1 am already… i want to write about it as soon as I’ve locked the door. But I want to tell it as unhurriedly as I can… so I’ll write more later….

I am so Happy!

HAPPY Birthday to me , happy jud!

Thanks so much PaKing !