Destination: Beautiful (Notso!Mandatory birthday post)
So I woke up at 1.30something to the sound of my kambing ringtone. Most (if not all) people stay up and savour their last few days of being seventeen. I guess I'm not most people now HAHA WHOOPS.
My first few hours of legalization were spent in dreamland because Judo weigh-in killed my sports!fail body (Losing two and a half kilograms - or at least, if the scale was calibrated properly - after using the bathroom, running and jumping around, and attempting to do work-out blah was worth it though) Not that I minded because ang sarap talaga ng tulog ko HAHA. And, well, waking up to text messages from all sorts of people, special and even a couple of unexpected, makes my heart melt like anything. Thank you for starting my day right :3
So here I am, awake during the wee hours of the morning, reminiscing and all that blah like the strange sentimental (and maybe emo) sap that I am. Seventeen was one interesting year. I felt like I grew the most during those 365 (or was it 366? I don't remember leap years HAHA) days. I fell in love with new things, I lost my passion for others. I gladly made new friends, I sadly drifted from some old ones. I kept a couple of old habits, I made way to new things. I came up with new philosophies, I dropped some of the ancients. I had my fair share of redcar!days, I survived the terrible black!car times. So this is how it feels like to "bloom" and finally grow-up.
Honestly though, I don't feel that bad for missing the last few moments of my being seventeen. It's not that didn't value the year (because I really, really did) but I like to think that perhaps there's some underlying reason to that (and, well, everything in this world. Serendipity?) I always thought birthdays should be spent with yourself first. Like you have to focus on you!time for a while and thank yourself for surviving the past year. I mean, you have to thank youself too for putting up with all the "drama" in your life, right? If not, you wouldn't be here. And once you've given yourself the deserved time of gratification, then you can move on and celebrate with the people who matter (starting with early morning conversations with Charley, James Pe Lim, and Cookie) and then everyone else in the world. So here's me documenting my making time for myself (and for my eljay, who is also part of myself) on this happykiligemosentirant dump that I love.
I shall start replying to the text messages and facebook whatevers tomorrow. I still have an English quiz and a Math quiz to worry about HAHAHA.
Seventeen was just as sweet. I expect much from you now. Bring it on, eighteen >:)
P.S.
Dear world, yes eighteen means drinkification (MAYBE) so go rejoice and look for me during the next party/debut (since there will STILL be no alcohol during my birthday thing WAHAHAHA) No promises but hey, I'll be more open this time =))