It’s my birthday week! *giddy* BUT it’s also my hellweek.
Why the hell? Because it’s the week for make-up classes, specifically, conflict of laws. We’re having 8 hours of grueling recitations in 3 days. The assurance of having been called for recitation last year did not stop my heart from palpitating during class. Added to that was our other usual subjects to study for.
By Wednesday night, it was exhausted to my marrow. Thursday was March 6, *tada* my birthday! By
I went to class bombarded with greetings. I don’t like being the center of attention but I secretly adore it. I hate it when the class sings “happy birthday” because I turn so red, but I secretly love that they remember my birthday and are trying to make an effort to care.
I was still buying grocery at Rustan’s when Ces called me asking me where I was.
“I’m at the grocery,” I replied.
“What time will you be back?” I heard the urgency in her voice. Hmm, something was wrong.
“After around 15 minutes,” I said.
“What?! [long pause] Um, you have to go home. We’re, uh, outside your unit waiting for you. We knocked but no one answered. Hurry back, we’ll be waiting outside.” She hung up.
I got home as soon as I can. And viola! They were right outside my unit, dejected and slumped on the couch. It was the funniest sight I’ve seen that day! Apparently, they wanted to surprise me with flowers...
and candy-sprinkled, candle-covered choco marshmallow cake. The candles melted but the big grin on my face remained.
I couldn’t ask for better friends.
Thank you so much. Ana, Ces, Chinky, Chris, Eunice, Hazel, Jo, Leah, Melodie, Patty, and Yoyen. It’s another great birthday with you girls.
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