Happy birthday Andrei!

Last year, it was raining hard, I was soaked to my undies when we went to your party somewhere in … um…the bulubundukin of the north (anything past Makati is a jungle to me). It was the height of the storm.

Today, just before your birthday, Trillanes staged a mini rebellion by walking out of his court hearing and holing himself up with a few soldiers at the Manila Peninsula.

Goodbye Grappas, La Maison and any form of celebration. They’ve just set a curfew and we’re not sure when it will end.

But hey, at least you’re alive , breathing, safe at home, and we’ve got each other. Always be thankful for what you have, and what you don’t have? Ignore.

Happy birthday!