Of kittens and puppies

A promising year. Week one alone is a good sampler.

Hours before my birthday dinner with my college buddies and I got apprehended by the MMDA for turning right on a red signal. Yeah, days after I committed never to ignore traffic signals like that one. It helped that it was my birthday the following day, but I still bribed the poor guy. I guess that's what you get when you try to have a matured discussion with someone you used to go out with (and give him the "I'm not ready to take the next step" speech.)

A close high school friend bailed out on my birthday treat, after me calling him a drama queen. I stand by my word, that he's a drama queen, and case in point - he ditched my birthday for some petty excuse about work. Friend, no hard feelings - but it's hard to bottle things up inside you.

I crashed another birthday party that night, with my "kitten". A first - I'm as proper as they get when it comes to social graces. I met some interesting people that night, but the most interesting one is the one who slept beside me and complained later that an hour after I've gone to sleep I pulled out my own sheets and went to sleep as if I'm alone. Well, old habits die hard.

Another first - spent my birthday hearing mass. With kitten. Same kitten I was with the night before. Well, it's a first because I never really hear mass anymore, let alone on my birthday. I figured it's time. And I was right. The best homily ever, I ended up with moist eyes. It's about the 4th King (yeah, Three Kings) and about finding Jesus in the faces of ordinary people around us.

Went in with matching colors. Well, I've got an excuse - no more clean casual clothes and that's the day I've to pick up my laundry for fresh ones. I could have changed into something else, but I was late. Besides, I didn't think he'd mind at all. Waiters thought it sweet, actually.

Watched Shake Rattle and Roll the nth franchise. Kitten wants to see Manilyn and puppy wants to spend more time with kitten.

Hmmm what else? Surprise of surprises, my parents didn't ask one bit about when I'm getting married. Case of lost cause or the calm before the storm? Whatever it is, I'm just glad they didn't - because I could have told them the truth.