♪♫Happy Birthday To Moi♫♪

I am 26.

After years and years of no contact, my father has finally resurfaced. Alive. And this makes me happy. There are hurts. The first time I saw his face again, I cried at how old he now looked. Of course, he has indeed gotten older. He's been through a lot and he has been away for almost a decade. But he's there. He survived.

I am waiting for a book from a beloved friend. Gosh, I hope the post office does not foul things up.

I am disappointed by the picture my country paints for itself. We are a people with so much to be proud of and yet someone goes crazy, some people become indiscriminate and we are left with a picture of gun-toting, bus-hijacking, foreign-tourist-murdering wacko. Damn it. And he says he wanted to be reinstated as a policeman. He's dead now. Pitiful.

I am overweight. Obese actually. Type 2. Type 3 if it exists. I am working on it damn it.

I am with a man I have loved for four years. I hope we stay long.

I wish Maroon 5 comes back to Manila to play.

I haven't gone to NZ but I've done something whimsical. I really hope the Post Office didn't manage to kill my dreams in an envelope.

I am 26. I wonder what I learned.