A bunch of Thank you’s and a Fuck you (A birthday blog)

I’m still fuming over the blog I wrote yesterday that got thrashed straight to cyberjunkyard. I know, it ain’t anybody’s doing. I’m not passing blame on anyone. I said anyone — not anything. So I blame the INTERNET. Right. It’s the INTERNET’s fault and it’s with great irony that you are reading this through your access to an INTERNET connection. But life is full of ironies, and we all just have to suck it up.

That’s the Fuck you.

Now that that’s over and done with, I wanna move on to something more pleasant.

Stripped of all the realisation horseshit and an attempt to review the melodrama that was last year (coz we do that on New Year’s, hello), there’s really nothing else to say on a birthday other than to send out a bunch of thank you’s to the nice people who stuck with you despite of you being you. newfound friends and old friends who didn’t forget are also worthy of gratitude, and I offer my sincerest Merci and most virginal smile to all of you, with hopes that you get laid more often than you’re getting now (except for Rj and Bert, coz quite frankly, eight a day already transcends the allowable human limit).

Specifically, I wanna give a big bear hug to my fambizzam. We’re not really big on birthdays but I know they all secretly wished me a happy birthday and imagined giving me a VW Beetle convertible. So when I come home next month – our out-of-town plans, the Xbox 360, the LV Speedy, the iPhone and the new laptop – all of them will be imagined with no reservations by all of us. Yes, i will be there to share this joyful moment. There might be some tears and loving jeers involved, but i am all for it.

Being 24 years old, I can say that i am old enough to know better…

but young still to do otherwise.

I’m here in the desert, living my life with only the slightest hint of remorse, which is based on the enormous amount of blessings that come my way that i feel so unworthy sometimes. I am not at all perfect – i must admit that I’ve done some pussyshit things – but when push comes to shove, i always find myself saved by the fucking ambulance siren. And tell me, how close from disaster can you be than that??

Though i am living a bajillion miles away from my parents, my level of independence remains a debatable issue. For those who know me, I am with a person who deserves a fucking Nobel prize for patience. For those who know him, please dont shoot him in the head. He’s a martyr and he enjoys it. I am merely feeding off his need to serve others.

Needless to say (but saying it anyways), another Big BIG BIG thank you goes to this person. Equating your magnanimity with words is simply doing you injustice. I can say the world needs more people like you. With hotter buns (not to say your buns aren’t hot. variation is what ima saying).

I’m in love with you.

And I am inlove with my life.

This birthday isn’t like anything I had. It felt like Christmas when I was still a kid. Actually, though another year older (and at the risk of using a lameass metaphor), I feel like a kid looking forward to ripping off a wrapped present under the old plastic Yuletide tree that is my life ahead. I have enough old friends, I am finding a lot of new ones, my family is a bunch of retards who love me dearly, I am loved and am in love.

Plus, I got Doobi.

🙂

Pakk!

I finished writing a nice birthday blog.

It was pretty,

it was bitchy.

Im sure you would have loved it.

But,

when i hit the damn post button, that’s when the entire fucking thing went haywire.

I lost every damn word.

and i screamed at J for telling me to just write it again.

Which as all ‘writers’ know

is FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Im so pissed right now.

Im just gonna eat my salad.

Fuck.