It’s My Day

In exactly four hours from now, I'll be turning thirty-six.  At 6:05 am, on September 14, 1971 was my first taste of this world.  I often wonder how I looked like when I was born.  All gray and wrinkly perhaps. I wonder what I sounded like, and looked like in living color.  But alas, I was born in the era of black and white. Back in the days when videocams were inexistent.  But judging from old photographs, I was quite a pretty child, who smiles shyly with her plump cheeks and expressive eyes.  Gosh, I could not believe I was once this pristine, this innocent and pure. 

I was a quiet kid, as my mother told me once.  I hardly cried and was less fussy.  My mom said it was easier to take care of my twin sis and me rather than my younger brother and sister.   

Our family did not have much, but my twin and I had a great childhood.  I remember my twin being my constant playmate. We played dolls and blocks, drew on walls and pretended to cook with toy kitchenware and grass.  We used to catch dragonflies,  dig for earthworms and watch mosquito larvae in uncovered canals.  We watched a lot of Sesame Street, Voltes V, Daimos, Candy Candy and the like. I remember Kindergarten at my old school, Immaculate Heart of Mary College.  I loved being there because there were a lot of toys and my teacher Ms. Nagtalon was very pretty.  

How time really flies. When you get to be my age, you tend to be quite nostalgic of the past.  Even though thirty-six is relatively young, you can't help but look back at your life.  You now have a history of sorts.  A chronology of events that shaped you into what you are now.  I look at myself and can honestly say that I turned out pretty okay. Not screwed up (thank goodness) but a fruitful member of society (naks!).  

I used to feel depressed every time I celebrate my birthday.  But not now. (Quite surprised too.) I guess I finally feel good in my own skin.  Perhaps it's that optimism for life.  Why dwell on what I don't have? I'd rather celebrate my life, the love I get from my family and friends, the challenges of my profession, the beauty and profoundness of life.  

Lol, I'm so perky it's sickening.  I'm looking forward to my day today.  Fuck, this is my day! 

Woohoooo!

Happy Birthday McBeal!