It’s been a while since I last birthday-blogged for Ryan; the last one, I believe, was in 2006. He was still in New York then, and I was still giving him birthday calls at the crack of dawn. Our situations are in reverse now; he’s in Manila, I’m studying in NYC, and when I turned 27 a few weeks ago, he rang me at 4.30am just to remember those days of bleary “Er, thanks for the greeting, but we’re 12 hours apart” calls.

He's a great photog who has used my shoulder as a tripod on several occasions.

Happy birthday to one of the wittiest, most talented, and best people I know. Come back to your birthplace, Ryan! New York awaits once more.