Happy Birthday, Kiddo

It's past 10 pm. That means 32 years ago, I got out of my Nanay's tummy. Well, the doctor took me out of Aling Gina's womb is more apt to say. She had a Caesarean section for me (and Noel, actually).

Originally, I was thinking of being more silent today. Won't be opening messages and so. But of course, my brain cannot do it. But kept the "tradition" to keep it normie. I actually asked Nanay yesterday to not cook or prepare anything. But she said she already had the ingredients for her planned carbonara. Funny that I already saw them in the fridge days ago but not even an inkling told me that was for today. Happy to have homemade carbonara when I woke up. And I woke up just in time for lunchtime. Slept past 4 am last night.

Then Noel and Jazz-Jazz bought me cake plus my team from work sent me a case of Sola. Yes to sugar! Arra and Raquel also sent their greetings with IG Stories. Ma'am Yen, Auntie Babes, Kara, and Nicart also sent their regards. And I finished playing Bayonetta! The cinematics were great. I felt I was watching a film and kept wondering if it has a movie (I would Google in a few). Planning to play the next two games under the franchise soon. I also hope Bayonetta (Cereza) and Jeanne will be the endgame. (HAHAHA.)

Last year, I decided to start biking at a distance of my new age. So I clocked in 31 kilometers. For this year, I still continued it but I did it early. Three days before. Hours before clocking in a 32 km ride, I did an hour of tennis, alone, for fun, and walked my way home. Five kilometers. Good inclusion for my Strava challenges. (But I ate dinner before riding.)

Happy Birthday, kiddo. You may have not seen the usuals. Some may have put up a charade and unfortunately, didn't keep it going to make it believable — glad and fortunate you've smelled the bullshit (again) from afar. And all those are OK.