The Real Reason for Birthdays

Look at that. It's exactly my birthday! Happy 29th to me.

It's fitting that every year I celebrate my birthday with my mother since Mother's Day is usually the same week. I mean, when you think about it, my birthday is really honouring the woman who withstood excruciating pain just to have me come into this world.

I was born on May 7th, 1975 after my mother valiantly suffered 9 hours of labour. I was a premmie and weighed in at 4 lbs, 14 oz. I've been told that I was "no bigger than a bread box". True to form, I came into this world early (which contradicts my Filipino genetics), and have been arriving on time for all things ever since.

Anyway, even though she'll probably never read this. Thanks Mom. Oh, and thanks to Dad too. Even though the thought pains me a little, thank you for having such a "fun" honeymoon. Ha ha ha.
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This weekend I'm gonna party like I've been in isolation for 6 weeks. Wait, no, I HAVE been in isolation for 6 weeks! So the plan is a full weekend of festivities, both rated NC-17 and PG. Who knows, maybe I'll have some great stories to regale you with after the dust has settled?