Happy Birthday Mom.

Here's to my mom.

This is my claustrophobic mom surrounded by hungry Cambodian hawkers.

This is my mom, who just got down from a plane, trying to look Vogue.

This is my mom, shopping at Russian Market,

looking kinda sad because there were no bananas.

And this is my mom, last year's today. (something like that)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Mom.

Moutains and titans are envious of your strong hands and heart. And your gentle eyes are fit for night sky, next to the brightest star.

You nag me all day long about the same thing for 17 years and you spoil me with money and Zara.

You taught me that nothing is more important than family, and gave me the best education anyone could ever have, even when I refused it.

You've done a lot of amazing things, but I think the greatest thing you've done is raising us right.

A tyrannical dramaQUEEN,

an emotional smarty pants,

a children loving fur ball

and a tantrum throwing doofus.

We turn out pretty well, really.
I don't thank you enough, I never do, but I am the luckiest bastard alive to have you as my mother.

You're so awesome, I would give you anything.
A thousand evening massages, 10 summer houses in New Zealand, 10 pots of dhal, anything at all.

Except cleaning my room on regular basis
and (I know this is your dearest deepest desire) giving him,

to you as your son in law. Sorry.

And yeah, I love you. :)

-ikanosha