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happy birthday, my Godsend! you are the castor to my pollux. that’s a fact.

i didn’t have as much hard time waking up this morning than any other day because it’s your special day, and i wanted to start reading the book with you. (yup i really do; just bear with my sometimes strange questions, you know how inquisitive i can be.)

you’ve already made your thank you’s in your auditorium, and here i am still making my list. what list, you say? my own thank you list of course. for your birthday-that-you-are-treating-just-like-an-ordinary-day, i am itemizing my appreciation for:

• your patience (and sometimes impatience) in answering my impertinent questions.
• our wonderful and magical boracay trip. i need not add anything more about this. it has only been three weeks and we’re already filled with nostalgia. hah. wait ’till we’re 60.
• the semi-quasi-pseudo relationship we had a couple of months back. it taught me selflessness (remember how we used to say ‘mapagparaya ang pag-ibig ko?’ it still holds water, by the way.)
• putting up with my antics, my flair for drama and for holding me up whenever i play dead. anywhere.
• allowing me to be an asylum-deprived eccentric. and for being the same.
• taking note of the little things. whoulda thunk that you would remember that i liked the mango-pomelo ice monster, you forgetful lovable freak, even if i only said it [in passing] once? freakin’ ONCE.
• tirelessly preparing meals for me us. errrr…. sometimes you get tired too. but hey, i’m not exactly a culinary genius. so if you get really tired and would want to eat, i can pick up the phone and dial.
• being a word magician, a songwriter, a gigolo dancer!, a verbal swordplayer, a film freak, a theater artist. crikey! there’s a lot of things you are. i’m thankful that you are complicated. just like a magic game, no two days are the same.
• your normally pleasant disposition. i mean, who else could assume a game face, but is actually thinking of the nicest thoughts; and who else could laugh at the most annoying things on earth? [hint: not me.]
• our little squabbles. i understand and i’ve recovered. *smiley*
• your kisses and hugs, which you generously allow to rain down on me. if i could give you a cookie for every kiss, you’d be making a living selling cookies of an assortment of variants and would be a filthy rich non-starving musician cum poet cum film-maker right now. and philippines 3000 would no longer be a dream. and while on the subject of dreams…
• our dreams. yes, even the craziest ones. those that keep us awake, alert in the discussions, until the sun filters into the bedroom window. nutsnutsnuts we are.
• ears. and everything related to it. like my guitar-pick earrings (which i lost by the way), the promise of a piercing, tongue-in-ear kisses (que horror!), and my rants (oooh your sorry ears).
• end-of-day-sundo. all the tensions of the day ebb from my body whenever i see you at my building lobby, patiently waiting for me (as i am late, as usual), always with a ready smile. and a warm hug. i’d like to award myself with a bitchslap whenever i hear your tired sighs, because i know you’ve just taken the hellerific hellish MRT ride from hell just to get to where i am. but no to the bitchslap, i take it back.
• the friendship. whoever said that the oldest friends are the bestest friends deserves to be ambushed by cream pies.
• taking care of me. because you do it so well, even my blood is safe to drink.
• giving in to my whims. but don’t spoil me, you subservient wench! on the other hand, you can be very persuasive too. it would take tremendous effort on my part to say no to you.
• enduring mornings with me. the famous evil eye that i give when roused doesn’t scare you at all. not in the least bit. tsk.
• the song that did me in. we know what it is. if it were not for that, people would have found me inanimate, with my keyboard having permanently engraved itself on my forehead.
• hope, and things to hope for. forward 6 months, and we’d be chasing you-know-whats in you-know-where.
• the beauty of this country. if not for its visual delights, we wouldn’t be exploring the islands, one by one. and you wouldn’t have thought of that fuctabulous but expensive business idea of yours. ohmycrappinggoddess, the alamo trip is next! ehermm… feet. itchy.
• remembering the future. if it be this impassioned, you would have to pull teeth to persuade me to take a one way trip out of this body. just like your prayer.
• the nothingness-es. such trivial things. yet so huge.
• the everythings. i promise not to be apathetic. i heard pastor B alright.
• your secret number. it reminds me that i have to be grown-up sometimes.
• my relationship with my kuya jess. he gave me you. and i am thankful every day. and during random moments in my waking hours.