5th July

Mommy said I was restless. I insist on coming out. Maybe it wasn't all that comfortable inside after all. *tee hee* Coming out early spells danger. I was only 26 weeks old. The doctors didn't give much chance of survival. Daddy said mommy cried, which makes me feel guilty. If only I had stayed inside for a few more weeks, then I would be fine. I could fit into the drawer, and even daddy's pocket. I was that small. Oh well, 2 decades have passed. And I am still alive and kicking. I should be thankful and I have proven to doctors that I am a fighter. I will give a tough fight before giving up. No, I shall say I will never give up. Unless God decides that He loves me more. Even so, I would give a tough battle with the Angel of Death. Jeng!! Haiyak!! I have gone a little "kuku" today. Anyways, Happy Birthday to ME!! LMAO!!

*Feels so funny wishing myself*

Ciak!!