Surprise Birthday Candle Blowing at Boni High Street
May 7, 2008: this day was extra special. It marked my hon’s 27th birthday, and our ninth month together. 
For lack of anything to do that day (we had planned on a beach trip for the weekend as a late celebration), I invited my hon to ‘have coffee’ with some friends from my previous work. It was supposed to look like it was just a coffee chill out session with friends after a tiring day. Since early afternoon, we had been on a mad dash from Pasong Tamo, to my hon’s house, then to Market Market, Serendra, and then Figaro Boni High Street. This was was also why I was just about ready to collapse. I barely had three hours of sleep, so my body was begging me to slow down. Haha.
So we sat down at Figaro with Jon and Paul (his dad, together with his uncle, co-owns the place), to have coffee and ‘rest for a while’ before having dinner. Since it was a week night, my hon had limited time as he goes to work at 9 pm everyday. I knew he was really clueless (or was he not?) as to what will happen that night. He knew that I must be planning on something, and that it wasn’t just a coffee with my former teammates. He was expecting something else to happen and I can sense it, although he was trying his best not to show it. Haha. He saw me go inside a Red Ribbon store in Market Market earlier, so he probably guessed something was up. (Later that night, he mentioned that he thought I was going to buy him a cake there. I didn’t, but I bought nine red candles for the two small cakes we surprised him with. Hehe.)
Over Mentos and menthol cigarettes, in the office pool area, Paul and I had planned a small surprise for my hon the night before. The plan coincided with Paul’s weekly visit to their coffee shop, so it was already a sure thing. When I got home that night, I texted Mark and Pia to ask if they can join us for this little surprise. Thankfully, they had no other plans, except for Mark’s team’s game, so they confirmed for tomorrow. The following day, I asked my hon to accompany me to Pasong Tamo. He had no idea of what will happen that night, and we had no other plans anyway, so he agreed to come with me to Boni High Street.
Happy Birthday Red :)
Happy birthday.
I visited you in your office earlier, and we talked about, among other things, age and how we’re not getting any younger. Officially, you are now two years past the quarter of a century—yes, it’s incredible how you’re already past your mid-20s, but the greatest of your life’s journey is yet to come. Oh, don’t worry hon, you’re not quite in your late 20s yet, AND you don’t look it anyway. Hee. 
I love you so much, hon. You know how extra special your birthday is.
Happy monthsary.
I can’t believe it’s been almost a year. Time flies by fast, no? It still feels like yesterday when you first approached me and asked for my name, then my YM screen name, and then borrowed my iPod cable—all in a span of less than 20 minutes. (Honestly, you really caught me off-guard that time, hon. Haha.) I admit it hasn’t been a completely smooth ride from then, but it is all so worth it. And look at us now.
Hon, I know in my heart there’ll be more ‘almost another year’ to come for us. I can’t say this enough, and I know you know it already, but still, I want the whole world to know…
I LOVE YOU.
Can You Be Any Stealthier?
Because I frickin’ hate you, here’s for you, you stalker/hater/loser:
Happy Labor Day to you. That’s all. Kthnxbye.
