Now I proved myself quite an expert in drama. On the eve of the 4th, I changed my birthdate information, setting it to a number that has already come to pass. If I get remembered without the social media notifying people of the event, then that would be really swell.
There were a handful who sent me private messages and short notes of greetings on my phone.
At 9:05, my phone beeped signalling that a message came through. It was from an "unknown" number and my heart skipped a beat; expectant. It said:
"Happy happy happy birthday to you! Another year more? Yeah. Have a good year madam. ;)
In my panic, I responded in haste and obviously chose the wrong words. It's ironic how two short words can decide how the rest of the day would feel like.
A few days after graduation, I really got pissed after not hearing an explanation about that particular line in his speech that I deleted his number. But then his tone when smsing is something that I can't just easily dismiss. It sounded so much like me so how can I forget me?
That aside, I invited some peeps over for a slumbee. I fried some fish for dinner and a disastrous batch of cheese sticks for the Bacardi Mojito that Junrey brought in. The night was a duplicate of our graduation night with Junrey regaling us with sob stories, me sharing my BBM journal with an avid reader, Charmaine and KZ taking pictures of everyone.
The night ended with Junrey sketching my portrait as a present. I couldn't ask for more. :)
Darn, it does feel good to be forty.
There were a handful who sent me private messages and short notes of greetings on my phone.
At 9:05, my phone beeped signalling that a message came through. It was from an "unknown" number and my heart skipped a beat; expectant. It said:
"Happy happy happy birthday to you! Another year more? Yeah. Have a good year madam. ;)
In my panic, I responded in haste and obviously chose the wrong words. It's ironic how two short words can decide how the rest of the day would feel like.
A few days after graduation, I really got pissed after not hearing an explanation about that particular line in his speech that I deleted his number. But then his tone when smsing is something that I can't just easily dismiss. It sounded so much like me so how can I forget me?
That aside, I invited some peeps over for a slumbee. I fried some fish for dinner and a disastrous batch of cheese sticks for the Bacardi Mojito that Junrey brought in. The night was a duplicate of our graduation night with Junrey regaling us with sob stories, me sharing my BBM journal with an avid reader, Charmaine and KZ taking pictures of everyone.
The night ended with Junrey sketching my portrait as a present. I couldn't ask for more. :)
Darn, it does feel good to be forty.
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