Today is my birthday. So, what do you expect? Balloons and a cake? Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't really celebrate my birthdays. Call me kuripot, but I prefer my birthdays to be just like any other day. In fact, many of my birthdays have come and gone without people even noticing. I don't know why, but maybe I just have this secret desire of knowing who remembers and who didn't. See, that makes a birthday greeting more sincere! Another thing, I don't wanna get all the attention for the day kasi medyo nahihiya ako (oo, inaamin ko, ikinahihiya ko ang bertdey ko!).
This year, I almost forgot that I am about to turn 23 hadn't it been for my parents who sang the birthday song to me when I answered their long distance call from Spain. My dad was giving me extra money to spend on my birthday, but I told him I'll just add it to my sister's scolio therapy fund. Imadyin dat!!!! Naniniwala kasi ako na it's better to give than to recieve especially on your birthday. Tsk! tsk! Sana di ko bertdey nung sinabi nya yun! Hehehe...
Next advanced b-day hug came from Ate Peach as evidenced by my tagboard. This time, it's from Australia.
I can't get it really! The first ones to remember are those from far, far away!
OK, so still safe dahil maiintindihan nila kung walang blowout. Panis na kasi yun pagdating dun tsaka ayaw tanggapin ng LBC.
Jeddahlyn greeted me the next day while I was taking my sister for a therapy check-up. That was advanced b-day greeting number three. Mick's advanced birthday greeting did not count. It was given. He's my hubby and our birthdays are like each other's natal days.
As fate would have it, I was assigned to the delivery room taking the graveyard shift, meaning I would spend the onset of my birthday assisting in, well, giving births! Mick called while I was still aboard the FX to greet me a happy birthday, so we spent a few minutes talking before I changed in my scrubs. I told him I don't feel like celebrating since he was not here. He told me to wait for a few more months, then we could have a super late birthday celebration.
At the hospital, I took a quick trip to the picky vendo machine for a much needed cup of cafe au lait. Upon returning to the dressing room my groupmates asked me what time is it. "12 na", I told them thinking of nothing but how to prevent the freakin' coffee from scalding my tongue. Suddenly, they started singing the birthday song - FOR ME!!! They also gave me the best tasting brownie/cake/whatever! All of a sudden, I now felt why some people want to celebrate their birthdays. I was like an artista on a noontime variety show na sinu-surprise pag birthday nila (na minsan pa nga may mag-aapear na surprise guest kuno na sasabayan silang kumanta, e pre-recorded naman ung mga boses nila. Pero syempre, para mas dramatic, kunwari gulat to the max sila!)
I did cry, really. First question was, how? My birthday was super-secret! It didn't matter na, I enjoyed the cake/brownie/whatever anyway. Turned out it was Lorielyn who discovered first. Since kuripot ako, my blowout was goto/beef mami/siopao at a certain mami house at 6:30 in the morning. Buti na lang sarado pa lahat ng fastfood!
The next day, kahit ngarag at windang, we still had to go straight to school for our pharma and patho class. We were zombies without a bath. Buti na lang, may baon akong underwear. I was ready to curse the day when, surprise! Mrs. Eduarte's class was cancelled for the day in celebration of my birthday!!!! Hehehehe... dream on! OA na yun! Actually, she understood that we've been awake for almost 24 hours so she decided to cancel the class for today only. Besides, she had to go back home for some forgotten documents, so there were other reasons.
Surprise, surprise! Almost everyone at school remembered my birthday! I was a celebrity! I was the queen! The world was my oyster. The day was full of "Hi Haze! Happy birthday!!!" Hihihihi.... sana tuloy yung classes so I could savor the feeling for the rest of the day.
The need for sleep made me go home instead of staying to enjoy the moment. Buti na lang inaantok na ako. I went home at 11 missing my brother's birthday greeting call from Spain by a few minutes. My bundle of joy also greeteed me with a big, wet kiss, and, whaddayaknow! so did my sisters.
Mick called again via satellite at 3 in the afternoon. He was giving out a mini party in celebration of me. I cried and cried but suddenly stopped when I realized that he gave the phone to his boss to greet me. What about that? I was pouring my pre-mid life crisis woes to my hunny's boss!
The day is not yet over, and there are still a few more calls I am recieving. I feel so special with extra cheese on top. Now I begin to marvel at the knowledge that people still love me. Thanks for remembering. I now am 23... OFFICIALLY.
This year, I almost forgot that I am about to turn 23 hadn't it been for my parents who sang the birthday song to me when I answered their long distance call from Spain. My dad was giving me extra money to spend on my birthday, but I told him I'll just add it to my sister's scolio therapy fund. Imadyin dat!!!! Naniniwala kasi ako na it's better to give than to recieve especially on your birthday. Tsk! tsk! Sana di ko bertdey nung sinabi nya yun! Hehehe...
Next advanced b-day hug came from Ate Peach as evidenced by my tagboard. This time, it's from Australia.
I can't get it really! The first ones to remember are those from far, far away!
OK, so still safe dahil maiintindihan nila kung walang blowout. Panis na kasi yun pagdating dun tsaka ayaw tanggapin ng LBC.
Jeddahlyn greeted me the next day while I was taking my sister for a therapy check-up. That was advanced b-day greeting number three. Mick's advanced birthday greeting did not count. It was given. He's my hubby and our birthdays are like each other's natal days.
As fate would have it, I was assigned to the delivery room taking the graveyard shift, meaning I would spend the onset of my birthday assisting in, well, giving births! Mick called while I was still aboard the FX to greet me a happy birthday, so we spent a few minutes talking before I changed in my scrubs. I told him I don't feel like celebrating since he was not here. He told me to wait for a few more months, then we could have a super late birthday celebration.
At the hospital, I took a quick trip to the picky vendo machine for a much needed cup of cafe au lait. Upon returning to the dressing room my groupmates asked me what time is it. "12 na", I told them thinking of nothing but how to prevent the freakin' coffee from scalding my tongue. Suddenly, they started singing the birthday song - FOR ME!!! They also gave me the best tasting brownie/cake/whatever! All of a sudden, I now felt why some people want to celebrate their birthdays. I was like an artista on a noontime variety show na sinu-surprise pag birthday nila (na minsan pa nga may mag-aapear na surprise guest kuno na sasabayan silang kumanta, e pre-recorded naman ung mga boses nila. Pero syempre, para mas dramatic, kunwari gulat to the max sila!)
I did cry, really. First question was, how? My birthday was super-secret! It didn't matter na, I enjoyed the cake/brownie/whatever anyway. Turned out it was Lorielyn who discovered first. Since kuripot ako, my blowout was goto/beef mami/siopao at a certain mami house at 6:30 in the morning. Buti na lang sarado pa lahat ng fastfood!
The next day, kahit ngarag at windang, we still had to go straight to school for our pharma and patho class. We were zombies without a bath. Buti na lang, may baon akong underwear. I was ready to curse the day when, surprise! Mrs. Eduarte's class was cancelled for the day in celebration of my birthday!!!! Hehehehe... dream on! OA na yun! Actually, she understood that we've been awake for almost 24 hours so she decided to cancel the class for today only. Besides, she had to go back home for some forgotten documents, so there were other reasons.
Surprise, surprise! Almost everyone at school remembered my birthday! I was a celebrity! I was the queen! The world was my oyster. The day was full of "Hi Haze! Happy birthday!!!" Hihihihi.... sana tuloy yung classes so I could savor the feeling for the rest of the day.
The need for sleep made me go home instead of staying to enjoy the moment. Buti na lang inaantok na ako. I went home at 11 missing my brother's birthday greeting call from Spain by a few minutes. My bundle of joy also greeteed me with a big, wet kiss, and, whaddayaknow! so did my sisters.
Mick called again via satellite at 3 in the afternoon. He was giving out a mini party in celebration of me. I cried and cried but suddenly stopped when I realized that he gave the phone to his boss to greet me. What about that? I was pouring my pre-mid life crisis woes to my hunny's boss!
The day is not yet over, and there are still a few more calls I am recieving. I feel so special with extra cheese on top. Now I begin to marvel at the knowledge that people still love me. Thanks for remembering. I now am 23... OFFICIALLY.
2 comments:
Happy happy Happy happy Happy happy Happy happy Happy happy BIRTHDAY to you Mom.
Alain from Belgium.
thanks a lot, alain!!! you added cheer to my once forgotten birthday!
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