Thursday, February 15, 2007

Valentine's Day has always been special to me. Nope, not because of the whole 'romance' thing, but because while everybody else is busy giving each other flowers and sweets, dating in restaurants and walking on beaches, I celebrate the day I was born - feeling more love than ever, everywhere.

So I guess, there would always be flowers and cakes for me. They're literally sold in all streets and corners, and when a good friend suddenly remembers my birthday, there's easy access to a wide selection of probable gifts. It has always been this way for the past eighteen years. I love my birthday more than any other day of the year.

This year, though, was complete torture.

Being the president of the CBA sophomore class is tantamount to being that unlucky person to organize for the CBA Cultural Night - the most 'awaited' event in the College Week celebration. So I guess it came as no surprise to me that I was that unfortunate person... whoelse would be stupid enough to accept the responsibility? It might as well be me - at least I know I'll be really working.

And then there was the date of the event. February 14, 2007. My 19th birthday... and officially, the worst day of my life.

I had teachers ordering me around, an inadequate staff, last minute preparations, fights over the stage design, and ultimately, a doubtful and angry adviser.

Shit.

I was about to break down. Had it not been for a few friends, I would not have made it through the day alive.

The show turned out fine. (At least that was what they told me. Still skeptical but what the hell.) Major stress. Minor booboos. The show ended at 10:30 pm. My version of the show ended at 4 am in the morning. Don't ask.

And to top it all off, I went home tired and restless, only to see the most beautiful heart shaped cake on the table which had been waiting for me for seven hours, untouched. My mom was asleep. She had wanted me to get the first slice. I broke down in tears.

Anyway, before I start ranting some more (God, what I wrote here isn't even half of the pain I went through), let me say a few thanks to the people who have made my day.

Gerswane: Thanks for helping me shop for the materials needed in the show... and the awesome lunch too.

Kristi: Thanks for the shirt... and the earrings... and the lunch... and texting me that night. =)

Noel: Thanks for the book, and for dropping by Luce to talk to me for a while. Thanks for the 'Glenn' text. Haha. That made my day a little less unbearable. Thanks for comforting me that night too.

Odie: Thanks for the bear. It's so cute.

Lyde: The book is amazing! And you're right... stories are the footprints of our friendship.

Dio: Thank you for the ENTIRE SHOW. You rock! I'm sorry for raising my voice. I was just so stressed. Had no sleep at all. You are a born leader. Amazing.

CBA 2nd year: Thanks for trying your best, and for supporting me all the way. And of course, the boisterous 'victory' party (in its figurative sense) at Chow King. I couldn't have done it without you.

Mommy: I love you so much. I'll make it up to you. I promise. =)