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I become an adult today. Again.

Yesterday I renewed my driver's license. The whole process took me about 2 hours. But I spent more time in the drug test center than in the LTO counters.

I shouldn't have peed before going there for the drug test. Gawd. I had a tough time filling up the container for my urine sample. It was like undergoing water torture. I had to force myself to drink one bottle of mineral water and wait for half an hour to release it out of my system.

With me was a 61-year old man who underwent the same predicament. Fortunate for him, because of his age, he was asked to fill only half of it. I kidded him and said maybe it's a senior citizen discount.

Renewing my license means that it's my birth month. So, yes, today, I'm an adult again.

It's a happy factor that my brother and his family are staying with me temporarily. They've been occupying two rooms in the house and will be here for about a month. Their house is under renovation.

I opted to celebrate a birthday lunch at home instead of going out today because it's more private and convenient.

Right. That's the official press release.

Actually, work makes me want to stay home on a weekend. In short, nakakatamad lumabas.

To compensate for not treating the kids out, I had "happy meals" delivered - food that they want to eat heartily like for instance a barrel of KFC (leg and thigh parts only), a party tray of baked lasagna from Greenwich and choco mousse from Red Ribbon.

I didn't pay for the lasagna, by the way. The Greenwich rider delivered it 30 minutes late. And since the store has a guaranteed delivery time, any late delivery will be on them.

I've received lots and lots of greetings since Thursday. People at work just didn't know when to stop that I already felt embarassed.

One of the special greetings I got came from my 2nd mom (the actor). She made me speechless with this message:

Happy birthday my Beloved Angel. You are always in my heart. I miss you very much. You know where to find me. I love you forever.

Absolutely, I miss her more. It's a good thing that she's now relaxed about our relationship. She is less matampuhin. She understands that the only reason that keeps me from seeing her is my work. And not because I'm...well...as she may put it, denying her existence in my life.

(It's actually strange when I mention her as my 2nd mom when she IS my mother. It took us so many long journeys, many birthdays...)

Nga pala. Don't ask me about my wish.

I already have what I want. *winks*

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kids should know that...

Birthday cakes have been a tradition dating back as far as the Middle Ages when the English would conceal symbolic items such as gold coins, rings and thimbles inside their cakes. Each item was associated with a prediction. For example, a person finding a gold coin in a birthday cake would supposedly become wealthy where a person discovering a thimble would never marry. (wikipedia)