On January 2, 1979:
-->Pope John Paul II returned home to Poland as the first Roman Catholic pontiff to visit a Commuist-ruled country
--> Northern Illinois was in the grips of a severe winter snowstorm. By the end of the day, 7 inches of snow covered the entire city.
On that same day, somewhere in the northernmost point of a certain tropical country, a certain baby was born to a first-time mom and a tipsy father. The father was such in a panic that he dosed himself with a little too much alcohol. The mother was scared-shit of giving birth in the hospital so she chose to give birth at home.
The baby took her time coming out. It wasn't without pain, especially for the mom. The father almost dropped from the 2nd storey window thinking that it was a door. But inevitably, the baby came out. Her mother took a breather and went to sleep right away. The father tried to stay awake, but he, too, needed a rest.
The baby was awake. And she was passed from relative to relative trying to get a glimpse of the clan's 1st baby, both from the father's and mother's side. She could not wait to grow up.
It has been 27 years since...
Happy Birthday to me.
6 comments:
today, saints are a-dancing; angels, a-singing; heavens a-rejoicing. :)
hapi berdey, jing!
abaniko,
thank you. lets dance with the gods! you're invited my friend!
hey ate jing,
happy, happy birthday!
thank you lefthand. :) you never told me if you are someone that I know personally. lemme make a guess, pisay? sindikatok? :)
oo nga no! i always forget to sign my name. but i have been meaning to. pisay? sindi-katok? it's that obvious, ha. or was it the "ate jing" that gave it away.
- ang anak mong kulot (marika)
Haha! yep, it was the the "ate jing" that gave you away my dear. Hala, its been some time Marika! Its so nice to hear from you again. How have you been?
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