I don’t even know where and how to begin my kwento about my 26th birthday, but I guess that line pretty much sums it up. It’s indescribable. There were fun, annoying, frustrating, heart-warming, mind-boggling moments that could not really illustrate the totality of the night. It was confuzzling, I tell you. I’m sure I’m never going to forget it.
Malamang! Eh first time ako nalasing na birthday ko! Woohoo! Kharma after 10 years of partying!
Traffic was a bitch. Around 8 guests failed to arrive because of it. Even I was late for my self-imposed schedule.
Anyhoodles, I’m glad most of the people that matter to me were there.
Did I get my wish?
Yep. I got what I wished for.
No. I don’t even want it anymore. I realized I only wanted to have one just because of memories. Mga memories na dapat ng ilibing. Sa hardcourt?
Yes. I was given flowers. Roses, daisies and those yellow lovelies. More than a dozen pa. Haba naman ng hair ng lola mo. I was thinking nobody would really take me seriously in my obsession with flowers. Wheee. May nauto ako. Haha. Joke.
Pero I’m not talking about the flowers.
So, si Justin Timberlake?
Hindi rin. FYI, hindi naman talaga ako patay na patay kay JT. Ewan ko ba why I keep on broadcasting my eternal lovelust for him, eh bullshit naman. So there. Hindi si Justin.
Bingo! I got the clarity I prayed for. I woke up (with a blasted hangover) at 4pm knowing who are the people who really care about me and would really go the extra mile to make me happy. It is true that people and things come to your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. Once you uncover the reason, you’d know what to do. I think I know what to do now.
Forward? Yeah. Forward. 🙂
Haha. Eto na naman ako, 26 na, ang labo pa rin magkwento. :p Basta. I threw a birthday salubong, we drank, we reminisced good old college mems, I threw a bitch fit, I did some things I shouldn’t have done (yata), I got drunk, I whined, I threw up and then, 12 hours akong tulog.
Thanks to all those who remembered me on my special day. 🙂
And to those who forgot… I have two words for you…
listening to: Natasha Bedingfield – Unwritten