Most people I know find me a little weird simply because I am different. I'm not always like everyone else, you see.
Take these:
- My friends' list has always been dominated by the male specie (no, am neither a lesbian nor a loose woman) but I have always considered myself as the super "arte" person in the room.
- I don't mind wearing a dark complexion even if almost everyone in this country automatically categorized you pretty ONLY when you're fair skinned - never mind if you're dumb.
- I have the guts to ride a skateboard and kick some pretty boys' ass yet I blush when they "run" after me.
- Roaches, snakes, dogs, cats, mascots and clowns scare the wits out of me.
- A bottle of San Mig Light can make me really dizzy but am still a little sober even after 4 shots of Vodka Tonikor 7 shots of Tequilla.
- I don't drink coffee - ever.
- Rainy days, V-day, December and my own birthday make me a little sick.
Which reminds me that in 4 days, I turn 25. For someone who enjoys planning and doing all those nitty-gritty stuff to make someone else's birthday special, I morphed to be some female Scrooge on my birthday. Why? I'm not really sure but my wild guess is that maybe because I am not comfortable with surprises, getting caught off guard and the likes.
But please, don't get me wrong. I appreciate the greeting and all the drill - its just that after I turned 19, birthdays are no longer that enchanting for me.
Now after not being a big fan of my own birthday for the past 4 years, I feel weird about getting excited that I'm reaching my silver year. I have the excitement of my 5 year old self when my Mom baked the prettiest and yummiest cake ever for my birthday.
Whoever said that that there's nothing really special about turning 25, well, I beg to differ. There are so many things that happened to me for the past 2 years that it is a miracle that am still very able to this very day.
So on Wednesday, I will wear my prettiest smile and savor the day I can coin my silver day.
Ha! Maybe I am weird.
