Birthday Post

Another long overdue post.

I just remembered how I never got to wrote anything meaningful for the month of February. Minus the fact that it is Valentine's, it is my birthday month which should make it more memorable. Yet, I never wrote anything. So, to eliminate this nagging feeling from my medulla oblongata, I am going to write about it.

Mainly, I would really like to thank all those who greeted me that day. Well, Shena was first, as she slept in my boarding house that day, then, my cousins followed by everyone else. Just like how I would have preferred it, it was all very simple. Just like any ordinary day, no expectations or anything, except that everyone I know, who I bumped into that day, all falshed their teeth, shouted my name, gave me a hug or a wave then followed the common greeting. All simple, all the same, except for that, and the many text messages that all said the same thing. Sorry for that sarcasm. I am being ungrateful here. But really, the point I am trying to get across here is how I felt loved that day. I found out that the people who really mattered, never forgot. Never. And, another thing, real friends never forget. In fact, they would waste tehir load for a call, that usually ends up with catching up on gossip. Still, it was not about that, it was about the thought that they did remember.

I just love birthdays. This is the day that I got everything I wanted. I got a boxful ripe mangoes and chicos, two of my favorite fruits, from Capiz, bunch of green mangoes for lunch from Baliuag, capped off with a dinner at a Spanish restaurant,with my cousin, tita and mother, with me discovering the delight of Paella Negra and my usual coffee fix. The best part was the last bonding my cousin and I had befre she migrated to ths United States. Our bonding is always the same: we will plan to study seriously for that night but end up telling stories and sleeping without studying a page at all.

Birthdays are heaven sent. You get what you want without even asking for it. This is partly the reason why I do not like birthday parties. People remember your birthday because you celebrate it by treating them to food (sometimes booze), and if not because of that, I do not think they will remmeber it all. The same thing with gifts during birthdays, they give gifts, mostly as a mandatory, because you treated them to some meal. Besides, I would rather waste that money on something I wanted to for myself. Don't get me wrong, I am not antisocial or anything, I like parties, I plan parties, but I will never like my own party, neither will I ever plan for my party.

But more importantly, for the people who made that day special, for the family and friends that never forgot about me, and that day, thank you very much.