bente-uno
The thing about my birthdays is: I tend to look back and see how I've changed within the past year.
No, I have NOT grown taller, despite what everyone says. I haven't gained weight; I alternately lost and gained weight within the year. Thankfully, my eyesight hasn't gotten worse. My fashion style has slightly changed. I've started drawing again. I've gained a handful of incredible friends in my senior year in college. I've spent more time with my best friends than I have in the last four years.
I'm working now, and I'm loving the Language more and more. I think I've become more responsible, though I still have a LONG way to go. I've discovered that there's more to multi-tasking than I thought. I realized that there's more to discipline than I thought. I think I can now distinguish the difference between dreams that'll remain dreams, and visions that can become reality. I think I've learned to take time to smell the flowers. I think more now. Or, at least, I think so.
The thing about "special" brithdays is: I tend to look at myself, and wonder why on earth I'm not what I expected myself to be when I've reached that age. Like, for example, when I turned 16. Before, I looked at 16-year-olds and think tall, gorgeous girls wearing skirts to parties. Fun. Boyfriends. Freedom. When I turned 16, I felt like I didn't even take a step away from 15. Not that I had a problem with it. I wasn't exactly chained up, I had lots of fun, and I was still gorgeous.
Before, when I looked at 18-year-olds, I saw college girls with lots of money, living in their own houses with their sorority sisters, they'd have total control over their lives, did what they willed, and be totally mature in the eyes of the world. When I turned 18, I didn't think I was anywhere far from 16.
And today, I turned 21.
It was the day when my cellphone was ringing nonstop.
It was the day when my older brother became my twin again.
It was the day I thought nothing could go wrong.
00:00 - Attempt not to laugh too loud as Sara sings me a hilariously special birthday song.
00:02 - Collapse on my bed.
06:00 - Wake up with a smile.
07:30 - Wait for the taxi we called.
07:45 - Try to keep smiling even if the taxi comes late.
08:00 - Arrive in church to set up; be greeted by 40 people in less than an hour.
10:30 - My mom's shoulder starts to hurt again because of the airconditioning.
11:00 - My mom and I have a misunderstanding, which explodes to a big one.
12:00 - We're still "talking" outside UP Film center. Me eyes are starting to feel numb.
12:30 - Kuya Tim and a friend come to the rescue. I continue to bawl my eyes out.
12:45 - Mom and I have had our breathers, so we go out to lunch and talk it over.
14:30 - I collapse on my bed.
17:30 - I wake up with a headache. Take two Paracetamol tablets and start cooking.
18:15 - Order in two pizzas.
19:00 - Float in Pizza Pasta heaven.
21:00 - Watch as Kuya Tim plays Sims on my PC.
23:00 - Gently kick Kuya Tim outta my room so I can sleep.
23:30 - Get up again so I can blog.
So that was how my day went. Now that I look back, it wasn't super duper spectacular, but it wasn't dullsville, either. It was...nice. My family was nice enough to be with me the whole day so I won't fall into a contemplative mood. If I had, what would I have thought? That I still feel like I'm 16? That I don't really feel like 21?
Well, now I'm thinking about it. And I noticed something: I didn't feel like it was my birthday. It started out fine, went downhill to terrible, then went back to something like a normal day. And, for some reason, that was OK.
Because the rest of the year was AWESOME, anyway.
No, I have NOT grown taller, despite what everyone says. I haven't gained weight; I alternately lost and gained weight within the year. Thankfully, my eyesight hasn't gotten worse. My fashion style has slightly changed. I've started drawing again. I've gained a handful of incredible friends in my senior year in college. I've spent more time with my best friends than I have in the last four years.
I'm working now, and I'm loving the Language more and more. I think I've become more responsible, though I still have a LONG way to go. I've discovered that there's more to multi-tasking than I thought. I realized that there's more to discipline than I thought. I think I can now distinguish the difference between dreams that'll remain dreams, and visions that can become reality. I think I've learned to take time to smell the flowers. I think more now. Or, at least, I think so.
The thing about "special" brithdays is: I tend to look at myself, and wonder why on earth I'm not what I expected myself to be when I've reached that age. Like, for example, when I turned 16. Before, I looked at 16-year-olds and think tall, gorgeous girls wearing skirts to parties. Fun. Boyfriends. Freedom. When I turned 16, I felt like I didn't even take a step away from 15. Not that I had a problem with it. I wasn't exactly chained up, I had lots of fun, and I was still gorgeous.
Before, when I looked at 18-year-olds, I saw college girls with lots of money, living in their own houses with their sorority sisters, they'd have total control over their lives, did what they willed, and be totally mature in the eyes of the world. When I turned 18, I didn't think I was anywhere far from 16.
And today, I turned 21.
It was the day when my cellphone was ringing nonstop.
It was the day when my older brother became my twin again.
It was the day I thought nothing could go wrong.
00:00 - Attempt not to laugh too loud as Sara sings me a hilariously special birthday song.
00:02 - Collapse on my bed.
06:00 - Wake up with a smile.
07:30 - Wait for the taxi we called.
07:45 - Try to keep smiling even if the taxi comes late.
08:00 - Arrive in church to set up; be greeted by 40 people in less than an hour.
10:30 - My mom's shoulder starts to hurt again because of the airconditioning.
11:00 - My mom and I have a misunderstanding, which explodes to a big one.
12:00 - We're still "talking" outside UP Film center. Me eyes are starting to feel numb.
12:30 - Kuya Tim and a friend come to the rescue. I continue to bawl my eyes out.
12:45 - Mom and I have had our breathers, so we go out to lunch and talk it over.
14:30 - I collapse on my bed.
17:30 - I wake up with a headache. Take two Paracetamol tablets and start cooking.
18:15 - Order in two pizzas.
19:00 - Float in Pizza Pasta heaven.
21:00 - Watch as Kuya Tim plays Sims on my PC.
23:00 - Gently kick Kuya Tim outta my room so I can sleep.
23:30 - Get up again so I can blog.
So that was how my day went. Now that I look back, it wasn't super duper spectacular, but it wasn't dullsville, either. It was...nice. My family was nice enough to be with me the whole day so I won't fall into a contemplative mood. If I had, what would I have thought? That I still feel like I'm 16? That I don't really feel like 21?
Well, now I'm thinking about it. And I noticed something: I didn't feel like it was my birthday. It started out fine, went downhill to terrible, then went back to something like a normal day. And, for some reason, that was OK.
Because the rest of the year was AWESOME, anyway.
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Blue. Stars. Sky. Jazz. Choklit. Pasta. Sashimi. Green tea Frapp. Aroma of coffee. Books. Movies. Fanfics. PC. Google. Mobile phone. Mp3 player. Sleep.
Cockroaches. Shopping. Humidity. Migraines.
I stopped expecting years ago that my day would be spectacular during my birthday.
It's enough that important people in your life took time to greet you. :D
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