I’ve got a really absurd chemistry with my girl-friends. I’m a great jester so I eventually end up laughing my ass off with them; meaning, as I’ve said earlier, I don’t fall for my friends. That’s a great relief, I know! Anyway, my friend Juni here had her birthday celebration last Monday (in her house down to the beach- more blogging on that later).
It would be too overrated to glorify her with her magnificent singing prowess, leadership, academic excellence, non-plastik righteousness, and the list goes on… so I’ll just make this blog post to relate to you (and her) on how important she is to all of us. And tell her that she’s a lousy joker! ( + )
Hey, Christine. Happy birthday, gal. It’s ill-timed that you’re in Manila right now, awan ti mangilibre kanyami. Lol. Again, happy birthday to one of my wackiest, zaniest and craziest friends in the world. Let me tell you (and everybody else) a secret: I always laugh in whatever you do especially when you crack an outdated joke or when you kwento stuff that are extremely weird. When other people don’t laugh at what you, I ‘involuntarily’ giggle at the corner. You must be the “Sixth Joyful Mystery” of the Holy Rosary. Wink. And this is my GIFT for you.
Nevertheless, I’m stuck at home ruminating on whether to commit suicide or not (lol, kidding.). I edited some pictures for a photoblog to satisfy my corny pursuits. Hehe. The pics are here:
Because I really longed for summer that I could have risked my life for it (lol!), I have made a pseudo-checklist for the things that I wish to achieve right after feasting on the second semester. Many of you out there who’re gonna be taking summer classes should better not view this, or you shall perish from precipitous envy. =p My routine has been: bangon, mumog, kain, toothbrush, ligo, lakwatsa, uwi, kain, ligo, tulog. And the cycle goes on.
Yes, videoke-ing is in my list. Lol. Anyway, the April Fools’ Day bomb diffused before me knowing- April 1 birthday celebrator Carol asked everyone days before to ‘notify’ me that her party was over, Shit, I exclaimed. I dunno if I were to believe them. But then, everything was a joke: Carol hasn’t partied yet, not until the party liaison (ME) was back. Hehe.
been a week since Jessica’s birthday and I haven’t thought of some birthday entry that she’ll like. Until I poured out all my corny juices and resorted to some letter-format one. I hope you all like it!
My dear friend,
I know our friendship whooshed at climax in our senior year in HS. With that clammy bird poop on our elbows when we were eating in the cafeteria in St. Paul Bocaue (for this Paulinian schools congress whatever), I could almost call you “best friend”. I had told some of my secrets glibly to you that to others I won’t rather dare tell; including my short-term love lives. I made tukso to you about our classmate who went delirious on your “beauty” and I texted you his number a thousand times in which subsequently you kept erasing in your phonebook to efface such claimed horror.