Kung titingnan natin ang nakalipas na taon, kung pagmamasdan at iisipin ang mga nagbago, nawala, nadagdag, lalo lang nating sasabihing, “Ang gulo.” Bilangin mo ang mga araw na naging masaya ka at naging malungkot. Bilangin mo rin ang mga araw na wala kang kasama at meron. Dahil sa kabila ng lahat nang iyan, bilangin mo rin ang mga taong nasa tabi mo. “Andito kami.” Ilang beses sasabihin, hanggang tumatak sa’yo ang mga marka ng mga taong hindi ka iniwan. “Palagi.” Pagsamasamahin mo ang mga salitang nakasaklong: “Ang gulo,” at lagyan mo ng paborito mong salita, “pero” “Andito kami. Palagi." Maligayang kaarawan, sa pamilyar na mapagpanggap na estranghero sa aming buhay.
 
Hey nigga, it's been a long time since I left the Philippines. Freaking 2 years hey. I miss when we hung out in parties (lol), in your house with BBQs, paper discussions in Henry Sy hall, stupid jokes. I'm so bad in contacting my close friends (I even contact my family once half a year or something lol). So I hope you don't feel that I forgot you or something. I really do miss you and our hang bro. Hope all the best in Germany, and a HUGE HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATE!!!!!
Dood
To whom it may concern, Greetings! I was informed that the anniversary of your birth was coming up and, as a comrade of yours for 3+ years, I believe it is one of my obligations to congratulate you on surviving another year. So, congratulations. Now with that out of the way, there is space to discuss other matters. Firstly, I hope you have thanked your birth giver for the contractions and unspeakable pain you caused her just for your existence. Let's be honest, you didn't do much and it should be her day rather than yours, really. With that, I also wish for you to extend my love to your wonderful mother. Without her, I would have never been able to say that I wholeheartedly enjoyed sucking on drunken dad balls. Balls aside, allow me to channel my "girliness" for a bit and ask you to reflect back on our friendship. Although it is safe to say we've spoken more in the past 4 months than we ever did in the 3 years prior, I always did consider you quite the remarkable person. It is a continuous pleasure knowing you and words aren't needed for me to remind you what you mean to
me (I may be channeling my inner feelings but no way am I going that far) and I look forward to our next encounter that will no doubt include food, cigarettes, and alcohol (along with some very, very inappropriate jokes that will strengthen the hold the underworld has on us). Happiest of birthdays to you. I know this year will treat you with many firsts (some wonderful, some not so), but I hope you meet them with open arms (or, you know, closed fists) and know that I expect to be updated with the stupid adventures you have and with all seriousness, you truly truly are a wonderfully remarkable human being who I intend to keep close to my cold heart. P.S. I suck at birthday greetings and I hope this specially requested font makes everything better. Regards, - Me
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KEVIIIIN!!!! Cheers to the great things in yar awzum life! Hoping you are having the time of your life in Germenyyyy! Thank you for the friendship developed over bottles of Sriracha (because I am always the clean and sober one HAHA), ill-brewed pantry coee, and CX-related rants. HAHAHA. Wala na akong maisip sabihin na feeling ko hindi sasabihin ng ibang tao. Sooooo. Sana, maunawaan mo ang pahayag na ito, sapagkat ibubuhos ko ang aking nalalaman sa talasalitaang Filipino: Aking kaibigan Mga mithiin mong inaasam Hindi man matarok sa kasalukuyan Ang bukas ay may paglalayon na ikaw ay pagbigyan Josa 
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KEVIN! ATE MIZZI LOVES YOU. HAVE A GREAT ONE! (ALL CAPS PARA INTENSE)
Len (I have nothing to do with this. - Mizzi)
Franco’s Message Attached in the e-mail but here’s a screenshot for yays.
When all the greetings have been said and done, from the anecdotes of your trusted circles, sweet messages that resound the memoirs from the people in your boxes,
it is quite clear that you are cherished.
Loved, perhaps.
Despite the freezing part of yours,
despite the tough cracks that could curve my cheeks until I could feel the drops of my own blood touch my lips,
despite your perfect cape of being the best liar,
your eyes tell me otherwise.
It may have been the worst,
but you have had the best thunderstorms -
those that make history shy.
Tragedies,
you are full of it.
Darkness,
you have been enveloped.
Hollow,
it is who you are.
Your tragedies are traced on the corners of your face,
even in the open gaps of your hands,
even in that perfectly executed movement of your mouth,
I see you.
The soldier,
fit for a king.
Well, here’s to living
and dying -
the comfort of borrowed time.
You get another year of
being wiser,
knowing better,
and doing best.
The wish of a soul aching your absence,
is a life well-lived.
Waste not your time and exude laughter like the euphoria
of a child seeing the ocean for the first time;
Waste not the chances and dance with the wrong song,
with the wrong steps,
waltz in a pop song,
crump in a jazz,
but never stop.
Waste not your craft
and destroy the walls that limit you,
for you are infinite -
as if the sky, the universe
are all yours.
For all that it’s worth,
here’s a toast of the usual poison you like -
the poison that is the wine,
the wine that is -
well, chaos.
The soul that aches for your absence -
chaos -
looks for its hollow vessel you.
Lasting, surviving.
Troubling feats seem to be your everyday tasks.
Heavy burdens seem to be kept in your pocket.
“Take a good hard look at me,” you said.
And I did.