Feb 13, 2008 06:56
Or How I Spent my Birthday and Loved The Bomb.
February 12, 2008.
It was a day like any other day except that it was my birthday so I guess it was a bit special for me. Okay. To tell you honestly, I've no plans to celebrate it. There's nothing special when you turn nineteen, right? BUT NO. This birthday turned out to be twice better than last year's. So let me thank everyone who made my February 12 unforgettable. A big Thank-you-so-much to the following:
To my mom and brothers and cousins for nothing and everything.
To the many people flooding my inbox with greetings.
To Cenon Palomares for not attending our class and not making me feel guilty for waking up late that day.
To my Posh na Posh family. Happy happy lang tayei.
To my HS friends and their friend's friends. Special menzion to the faggest Rossini, our conversation is just the sweetest. I miss you so much. And to Bryan who did not call but in spirit I know you wanted to. Yna's call is a surprise and Aibe's text brig is just lovely.
To K Ann and her pizza and my orgmates who attended the genmeet.
To my CMC friends and staff.
To my twenty babies for that surpise nineteen candles and the heart-shaped cake and the uber-pretty tumbler and the chocolates inside the tumbler. Thank you so much. Love the org.
To Tita Carla for the taho and monay and her free dinner (which she said is partly a celebration of my birthday). To Ms. Marga and Ms. Vanessa. The backstage pass in the fair is amazing: the overflowing vodka and chance to rub elbows with rockstars and my encounter with Bamboo who is just the hottest. All these possible with you guys. To Tito Kho. Thank you.
To Joey for his unexpected birthday message.
Thank you so much and See you next year.
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