Two of my friends recently asked me if I had died, or if I had fallen off the skyway trying to avoid entitled wang-wangs, seeing that I have totally neglected this bloggeth and other forms of social media, whereas usually I would write about the most useless things using many, convoluted, poorly constructed run-on sentences such as this. The past few weeks have just been extremely busy, which started off well enough when I had successfully celebrated my one-second non-birthday between February 28 11:59 pm and March 1 12 midnight. Of course February 28 could still claim that one second, but I have cosmically declared it to be mine. Mine! The upside of being born on a leap year is that I get to choose the day of celebration, hence I can avoid an Ash Wednesday that usually falls into either of the two. The downside is that many people, including myself, forget about it. Which might actually be a good thing because it prevented the many hospital viber groups I’m in from getting flooded with greets.

Decided to take a few days off from hospital and spent the weekend on the beach. It also provided me the opportunity to wear the Jagged Little Pill t-shirt my sister got for me last year, to be used for the Jagged Little Pill 25th Anniversary Concert that is still in limbo. The best thing about these mini-vacations is waking up, leisurely having breakfast, not rushing to shower, and just letting the day unfold plan-less, doing whatever my heart desires.

Of course, even as I was dunking my head into the sea, I was already dreading the toxicity that would welcome me in the hospital. And true enough, the succeeding 3 days had me deluged with things to do. I didn’t get too many cakes this year, unlike in 2021 when I was welcomed with a tower of carbohydrates. In 2017 I remember coming to the clinic bringing huge eco-bags, predicting that I would receive many, many boxes of cakes. I didn’t get any.^^

I asked my friend Smoketh if we could celebrate my birthday in her mansion with a couple of friends. I had set the date, and they did everything. When i arrived there were balloons, banderitas, and a buffet. I was super touched. Smoketh also said that the banderitas and balloons were never really for me–one of their kasambahays had celebrated her birthday that morning. Smoketh’s veranda is bigger than my house, and is a birthday destination, so we suggested that she no longer remove the birthday decor for future use. The only thing missing was cake, and I remembered that I had one in the car, given by the staff of Manila Med Cancer Care Center. In the spirit of COVID I just pretended to blow the candles. We only consumed about 1/4th of the cake, so I brought the rest home. I had to pass by Qualimed for late night rounds. Of course, the cake totally made hulas.

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