Dear Sis,
I did not forget your birthday yesterday. Truth is, for non-familial reasons I will NEVER forget your birthday or at least not your birth date.
Manong is unwell.
'Know what sis, I see me in you. While your other manong shares my comedy you however, mirror my dramatic tendencies and pensiveness. I'm even writing about this. How does that read on the drama meter?
A whip of neurosis got the better of me. I was worried if I call and do the sing-song greetings that you'd take the hint from my voice despite my ISO-certified P.R. joviality that could mask a thousand feelings. I'm afraid this one is beyond guise and I don't want to ruin your day.
I'll land on my foot-spa deprived feet soon. So don't you worry a bit.
Happy birthday sis!
I Remain,
Manong Bryan
P.S
I hope you enjoyed spending my present.
Labels: Batian Portion, Open Letters, Pensiveness