A Birthday Post…A Really Long One…Without Pictures…Proceed at Your Own Risk.

June 25, 2007

I hate the fact that I have been reduced to blogging once a month. I swear whenever I open my post editor I feel compelled to fill you in with the mountain of accumulated details of the past few weeks, like making out with Maritoni Fernandez on Mo Twister's radio show or the comedic misadventure that was moving to our new house in Alabang or finally being dragged to Embassy (shudder) for the first fucking time and being seated right beside Donita Rose and Ruffa Guttierez. Thankfully I am able to resist and spare you from being bored by such trivial details. Not that this post won't bore you because in all likelihood it will. To tears. 

Anyway, today isn't just any ordinary posting day, it also happens to be my birthday and in my book, that makes it just a little bit more special. Thank you to everyone who sent me their greetings. People who really know me also know that I don't like big birthday parties for  reasons far too personal that you won't ever read them here or anywhere else for that matter, which is huge because I'm a pretty open guy. Last year my wife threw me a surprise party that I actually enjoyed but that is by far the only notable exception. Anyway, I don't think I'll be having a party this year and I'm perfectly fine with that. Oh I will be throwing a few celebraganzas in the new crib once we get the place better prepared but that'll be for reasons other than me turning 29.

29! Unfuckingbelievable. Can I really be that old? Well, not old old but damn, I don't think I act 29 most of the time. I mean, I just spent most of yesterday afternoon, all the way to the first hour of today, in front of the telly watching a Transformers Gen 1 and Gen 2 marathon. And I swear, like a kid, I watched in silent reverence as Optimus Prime, greatest of the Autobot leaders, was raised from the dead. Yes, in spite of the horrible animation, the borderline campy overdone voice acting, or the fact that I've seen this several times before, I was still very much in awe, so much so that my neglected Magnolia Twin Popsies melted and made a mess on the couch cushion, which I irresponsibly just turned over and is probably now crawling with ants. (Sorry Jen!)  Real mature eh? Pfft Seriously though, I am not completely childish and I'd like to believe that I've managed to walk away from most of my experiences with at the very least, a bit more smarts. I do have friends who actually come to me for advice. Odd, I know, but I've given up trying to explain why people seek my counsel. I just chalk it up to my freakish intelligence. Mind you, I have no delusions of wisdom. 

What I do have are moribund musings. I get that a lot this time of year. I guess I'm weird like that. My birthday makes me more aware of my own mortality, instead of making me feel more alive, I think about death. It makes sense in a way I think. We do start dying the day we are born. Anyway, being in such a morbid frame of mind resulted in a weird dream, which I'd like to share here. Yes, this is the part where I bore you. If you wish to read on, please know that this was a dream and I have tried my best to reconstruct it as closely to my own experience as possible.

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