The Serial Birthday Celebrant

I got my friends back the day past my birthday. They understood the need to make October my month – make that all October birthday celebrant’s month. Happy diamond-th year again to me!

But he was all too sweet. We had a Saturday night dinner at La Maison. Soulstring was playing that time and the lead singer was a friend of his. He went up to the front and sang! My heart went past Cloud 9 and gave all heart doctors a run for their money.

La Maison’s Lamb Ribs (photo above) We hung out at Gloria Jeans after – he went online, I, did the Cebu Daily crossword.

Come 1am when Gloria Jeans was already closed, there was chicharon bulaklak up for $25 per plate and dinuguan.

Lastly, another round of dessert at Betty’s bakeshop at the Sykes building where the entire building boasted not of its accessibility to Mcdonald’s and all the best restaurants but of their free Wifi… where I also gathered, here are the Hotspots in Cebu after scouting for several weeks for them: 1. East, West ayala2. East, West Mango3. Calabria Café, Coco Mall4. Sykes Asia5. Big Bucks Coffee6. Waterfront Hotel7. Paseo Banawa And not much lately happened. Mitz and I checked out the new Starbucks Coffee at Club Ultima/Crown Regency towers.

Pretty.

Then my officemates wrought havoc at Darlene’s house last Saturday. We rented a karaoke machine and went crazy with three microphones, all that food and booze.

Randy, Darlene, Erdie, Maeg, vanessa

Oh, yes, Another one of ‘em celebrations. To be concluded in … November? Lol.

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A DAY JUST DOESN’T CUT IT

Two weeks ago, we once had a fight about money. He wanted me to get a washine machine. I’m all, “I’ll think about that later. My birthday is coming up.”

He said, “Think about your priorities. Your laundry is piling up and the only thing that is constant in this house is that and garbage.”

Because I can’t believe what I’m hearing, I snapped. “Oh, fine. I’ll take care of my laundry. THAT has go first than my birthday.”

“Everyday IS your birthday.” He shot back. “Thank God He gives you another day to live.”

“Right! Forget about my birthday then! Don’t mind that day because EVERYDAY IS MY BIRTHDAY.”

I do not know whether I was just being a brat about it or he was just inconsiderate but birthdays to me will forever be special. Birthdays make you relive the dormant friendships you have, bring out the party hats and numbered candles and that birthday jingle that rings in your ears. They give excuses to you getting your way at that cash register queue, receiving all those hugs and kisses and even having your way with

Yet, everyone is different, and everyone has a sundry way of celebrating his birthday. His take was that it was just any other day for him. The last birthday he spent was by himself and he had work that time.

If there were any other superficial word for stoic, that would be the thing to describe my face after he said that. I’m not like him. I see friends, I need to at least blow – hey, a cake! And I need to at least let everybody know IT IS MY DAY. But if he says a birthday isn’t that important… then he’s right. One day just doesn’t cut it. A MONTH is more like it. So I therefore declare the month of OCTOBER as my birthmonth giving me all the right to celebrate it whenever and wherever I feel like it… until October, anyway.

So my birthday came and went. A blur.

I got the usual text messages (thank God, they weren’t from Twitter), the usual calls, the usual hoots – where is that oversized cake where a hot guy in red briefs will pop out?

But he heard me say that I love having cakes during birthdays and having a candle to blow on to. He got me one. It was a start.

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Blasted Forecast

I had my year 2007 forecasted by a trusty reliable source lately.

Not much of a horoscope fan or anything related to divination (so Harry Potter) but it definitely helps whenever the middle of the year makes you think why the universe suddenly has these forces that you cannot manage to handle lest alone hold in your trusty mug of Coke Light. A few whisks of a series of controversial deck of cards they call the Tarot and a buhaghag-haired women to set the mood plus aromatherapy and gong music as personal effects, I was smitten.

3 cuts later. Things will happen that seem directly related to your past. A very good reason to clean up your act, finish unfinished business and practice fidelity. And no, she didn’t say this with a menacing tone and a convulsive pair of eyes to match.

“You remind me of something that makes me realize that I have a good shot of making this right this time.”

Uh ………….

Insert audible gasp here. Xenia going, “He is so like $@#@!! Do you want the same thing to happen again? This is history repeating itself in its worst form.”

“But this time I’m making it right.” I told her or rather, I told myself. “And I never cheated on any of them.” Okay, Insert kilat here.

Is this my year? Relationship status — You’re definitely moving towards cohabiting later in the year. Ideally, it’s in a new abode where you can start from scratch.

The bike is a Gemini. It’s perfect attraction.

Love ?????
Attraction ??
Friendship ???????
Compatibility ??????
Marriage (um, let’s not go there)

The lady: “Home ownership is an option.” Home plus cohabiting plus new abode equals disaster. What the hell are we learning Math for??

I wish I was making this up. Or I could just be reading this off any local magazine that some dreamy Pinay concocted or a battered up newspaper I saw on the sidewalk. I wish.

“Please value yourself . Men shouldn’t be treating you as a sex object.”
“You are special “
“Just because I’m angry doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”

And flashback to the Hunbun series… blank.

Till the next chance…
…the next cosmic event that the universe will conspire with us.
…the next lifetime.

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