Jungatsu Juyo

 Yes Lady and Gentleman, I am merely 3 numbers shy before my age disappears from the calendar.  So if you’re a math wiz, I just turned 27.  Except on February where I am only a number away, and on odd months where I am only 4 numbers…you get the point…smart ass.

We had a great long weekend.  The Parents and Tom went to our place to visit mostly Lean (and abit of us) and of course to celebrate my birthday.  We went driving around at daytime and I appreciated the value of having our own transportation here in the city.  It's been a while since the whole family went out like this again, and in my heart, I thank the Lord for moments like this…and also Muhammed for the long weekend (Eid-al-Fitr).  At night time, we drank at home with Dad and last saturday with Pangke and his school mates (who were too drunk to remember they speak tagalog fluently) at Pier One.  Woke up with a hangover to attend Sunday Mass at Macapagal and over ate during lunch at Seaside.  It was just so awesome because everyone was there.  I'd definitely miss another dragonboat competition anytime just to spend time (our remaining time here in the Philippines actually) with loved ones.

Just as I thought the day would end, Lean gave me his birthday present.  I haven’t laughed that hard in months.  It’s been 2 days already and he hasn’t taken a poop.  My mom suggested we give him suppository.  After a few, while Lean was watching TV and speaking loudly in his native tongue (gibberish), he suddenly froze!  And in a stance of a wrestler ready to attack he screamed “AY! POO POO!”  Sadly, the poop didn’t make it to the toilet.  Just what’s left in his little baby asshole.  I love that little clown.