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Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.

Tuesday, December 16, 2003

Today is a day of surprises.

When I woke up, I heard the news from CNN that Saddam Hussein was finally captured. I felt nothing for the news. Iraq seems so far away, and so is America.

Just when I thought I would nothing could faze me, my auntie texted to greet me “Happy Birthday.” This particular aunt was never close to me. And the only communication I have with her are the occasional visits to her house (which was mighty uncomfortable for me because I felt ridiculously out of place in the shiny floors and china). I didn’t know how to respond.

So when I replied, “thank you for remembering,” which I thought was a safe answer, she texted back.

“I never forgot naman, lack of communication on my part lang.”

Oh diba? I suddenly wanted to rush over and hug her. Thank her for all the Christmas gifts that was always the highlight of my childhood Holidays. For giving me a bath, once, when I slept over in her house when I was still a kid. And for the effort of reaching out

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When I got to the office, I got a call from the receptionist telling me that I have a gift waiting downstairs. When I saw a guy holding a huge bouquet of flowers, I found out that it came from Shaynie.

The flowers were so beautiful and smelled so wonderful that I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face as I carried it to my work station.

It was the first time somebody gave me flowers. It felt good. I wanted to cry because I was overwhelmed with the sentimentality of it all.

The best I could do was to call her and thank her. I doubt if she even had any idea of the magnitude her gift has brought to me.

***


Sir Raul also bought ice cream, to add to my three kilo spaghetti, which I swear fed everyone whom I invited to eat with me.

I am very proud to say that my ‘geti is the kind with the ketchup and the hotdog.

***


Mom also never left the house to spend a few hours with me. When I say few, I mean really few, like about an hour or so. She was still awake when I got home.

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E-mails and texts from people that I least expect it to come from also added to my already very thankful self.

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I feel so loved today. This is my best birthday ever. Mainly because my high school & college friends and classmates made it clear that they have not forgotten about me or my birthday, despite my notoriety of forgetting theirs.

And because I spent my day with new friends

And because my relatives loves me

For the first time, since I was an eighth-years-old urchin, I’m wishing that everyday be my birthday.

Thanks mom, thanks tatay, thanks God.