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Care for some cake?

Well, ok, this wasn’t my birthday cake. But the idea came as an afterthought, after all of it was already gone. Right out of the blue, after quite a long hiatus, I felt the urge to write about the surprise party, the cake and the people who were with me. I was specially touched by the gesture, it made me hale and hearty enough to spring back from the slump and blog again.

I had no intention of making a fuss about turning older, I even dreaded the thought of it. I was cool with being 35 last year, but 36!?! How close is that to 75!?! I was hoping nobody would remember, except my family, of course. My father’s birthday comes the day after mine, and as he never enjoys parties, we both are used to celebrating it in silence. I was fine about the thought that it should be over soon without anyone noticing.

After spending the entire day at the clinic, I had a simple dinner with the family, brought some ice cream and then decided to go out. The city was peculiarly quiet for a Saturday night and I figured it must be because the usual night people were home for voters’ registration the previous day and were enjoying a longer weekend. As there’s nothing much to see or do, I opted to catch the last full show at the cinema and see Ratatouille, alone.

So they had to wait til past 9:00 o’clock. Good thing my sister-in-law baked. Her chocolate cake has made it to the local grapevine, and we heard even to the States (sent as a gift by a politician patron). The less discerning often gets it confused with that which is made by a popular caterer/bakeshop here, and only because it looks almost the same. Which she must change, should she decide to make a real business out of it. Because it tastes way better. At least they had something to do and talk about, the cake (I hope), and not me (don’t people just love talking about the one who isn’t there?).

So an impromptu party it was, when I came. I don’t believe Robert and Welmie from Pagadian City came just for it, but the thought of them remembering, going out of their way to gather a few others closest to me, and celebrate wasn’t bad at all. Marvin and Rosa Lyn took us to their new home and graciously hosted, giving the others a chance to see and admire it. Party fare was odd, we just dropped by the fruit stand for some jackfruit and buko (of all things!) and the nearest convenience store for some cheap wine and beer. Entertainment was videoke, the kids, and gossip.

So there. It was simple, it was brief. But it got us together after some time, to catch up on what’s new, and even had us recalling the old. No, that doesn’t refer to me, of course.

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Shemai. La kwents leyst fost kye. Wiz lamench.  Le kwenty.

Nagtataka lang.

Ayon sa aking pagsasaliksik, ang salitang “kilig” ang pinakamakapangyarihang Filipino word. Why?

Subukan mong sabihin nang walang kasama, may kasama, at may kasamang dalawa. Yung intensity nung salita, sobrang lakas kahit wala ka namang tinutukoy.

Kilig. Ang gulo. Pag sinasabi mo ito, parang may dala itong suka na bigla na lang nakakabago ng itsura.

Bakit kaya walang unit of measurement ang kilig? Sa palagay ko, the word says it all.

Kilig

Gilik- tunog libog

iglik- Parang cebuano

Gikil- bold movie to, di ba?

iklig- tunog German

ikilg- ano ba yan? Miss beautiful, ang baya’y nagdilim.

Whenever. Whatever. However. Ever (gotesco).

Kilig.