Every word feels like a shooting star ☄
FEB 4: The first thing I did in the morning is to surprise my best friend with a Zebra Cake! Yes, because it's her 18th birthday that day. I want it to be special. I want her to feel happy and blessed. Last minute, before turning 18, she tweeted about liking a Zebra Cake on her birthday, that tweet made me laugh. Wish granted i said to myself! The second thing i did is to wrap my gift for her. I gave her a vintage luggage bag which i bought from Egg. I hope she likes it! The third thing i did is to text a special someone a 'Good Morning' message (becoming my daily habit). After, I did those things, I quickly fix myself and get ready for my best friend's party. I suddenly felt nervous that time. Why? First, I don't know exactly where the place is. Second, someone's coming over to fetch me (That was first). I don't know what to do, who to call, what to wear and even what to bring. Everything seems to be 'crazy' to me that time. As I let him in to our house, mom was perfectly standing in our balcony which was I got the chance to introduce him. This was the first time we met personally, seriously speaking! Haha. (Wish granted) When we're on our way to Macapagal, birthday girl texted me all of a sudden telling me that she really likes the cake I made for her. I just flushed with success while reading her message. One of the simple things that made my day.
Plus!, I was able to introduce him to my friends successfully! I hope he didn't felt so bored that time. After the party, we both decided to go to MOA just to kill the time and have fun. Walk....talk...walk...watch...walk...walk...talk....walk...talk.....dead air! I just felt so weird every time i talk without him looking at me. At the end of the day, we still enjoyed each other's company even though there are so many times that we're not talking. (Awkward moments) This will surely be the best thing that February has done to me so far. More to come!
Happy Birthday to the prettiest girl I've ever known, Nicks Ocampo! :>
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