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a short backround about bumbay:
he is the guy you always see playing basketball across your house, whom you wouldn't give a second look (since he wont make eye contact). he used to be the "shy type". un pala balahura rin. he wears age-old levi's with a GIRL SCOUT printed tshirt (that's what he's good at, scouting for girls), neon pink socks and vintage converse (when i say vintage, i mean it).he and my friend sheila used to fight a lot ranging from napthalene ball-scented shirts (sheila:ambaho mo! amoy kulob ka na ewan!) to *&%! sizes (bumbay:siguro malaki t*e mo kaya ka mataba?hehehe). the typical tambay (tambay sa mayrick's) cum rockstar look crossed with a newly recruited taliban hahaha. he's the last person i would imagine writing mushy stuff. made me think there's still hope for insensitive guys to change (not that he's insensitive). here goes...

Happy Birthday to Emi:

My Lucy Whitmore

The only person who keeps laughing at my old recycled jokes

The coolest thing that ever happened to me and to this world

Who made me and Evan the luckiest

My bestest friend

The most loving and awesome wife and mother in the whole wide world

Who understands electronics user's manual better than I do

Who made me learn to appreciate wearing neckties (tshirt is not the only clothing on earth)

Who once was crazy about Ariel Rivera but seemed to have an amnesia about it and would not admit it.

Who made living worth every frames of it (for video there is 30 frames per second, for film there's 24).

Who made life beautiful.

Who is gradually gaining more and more patience over my (and Evan's) "occasional" untidiness

The only one who thinks I should keep my faith that my hair will someday grow back or gain some micro inch with the right shampoo. Else, bald is the new cute.

Who always makes me want to follow my dream, keep trying, not give up and that I'll get it right eventually.

Who I love the most.

Who is always right (I truly, madly, deeply, absolutely believe this!)

I love you, Mom!

Tsup!