My last day of being 23

Today is my last day of being 23. No. I am not sad that I’ll be a year older tomorrow. I just felt the urge to review my life (of 23 years). Ü

If you’re to talk about 23 years, where would you start? Good question. Let me answer that. I’ll start with the most important part. Since I’m writing this, you don’t have a choice but to read or to click “X”. hehe.

I am content and fulfilled. Family. Friends. God. I am content. I am fulfilled. Work? I’ll leave that for some other time. There’s nothing good to talk about that part of my life. Nyorks.

My 23rd year was, oh! It still IS… It is full of happy memories. Ü This year, I got married and extended my family. This year, I got myself a father. Well, my husband’s father that is. Ü This year, I was able to snorkel for 2 hours. Ü

When I was 6 (or 7, I think), I told my mom that I will not attend my kindergarten graduation ceremony with a straight hair. I had my hair curled. Hehe

The first and last time that I was able to celebrate my birthday with my Dad was when I turned 12. Nearly all my party guests were children. It was a school day but we were sent home because of a typhoon. When I got home, it was super hot and humid. It was a blast! AND! The same thing happened during my 11th birthday—the lost typhoon. ü

I last saw my dad when I was 16… I was off to college and he didn’t want mom to take me. So he did. Probably he knew that it would be the last time that we would be able to spend time together. When he left, there were tears in his eyes… I was crying and I cried some more when I got to my dorm room…  My dad was wearing a white shirt (buttoned down with long sleeves) and blue jeans… Plus his trusty boots… I don’t know if he looks the same…

The other years were great as well. I came to realize the importance of my family when I was 17. How? I was in the hospital because I was sick (head?). My nephew and my niece gave me a card they made… It was 6 years ago and I can still remember it clearly… They tried to print the card but it only printed half way. So they finished the card using a blue ball pen. On the front page was a duck. Hehe. They also gave me a call… And I will never forget what they told me. But I’ll keep it to myself. It’s one of my most treasured memories. Ü

During my 18th birthday, my friends and I had a kiddie party at Jollibee. Ü We wore party hats, we had games, a mascot, and etc. We “undressed” the mascot and “gave” her food. Well, it was more of “forced” her to eat.  I also met my first love… Kitkat… hehe. She’s my pug and according to my niece, she’s not a pet but family. She’s right.

When I was 21, I landed my first job. That’s it about the job.

Phew… There’s more to say but too lazy to type. Hehe. I enjoyed and I still am enjoying life. So far, so good. Yeah, shit happens but it happens to every one. J

No problem too big for me. I have a bigger God.

*Here’s a song I’ve been playing in my iPod…

Real by: Plumb

Look at me I’m twenty three
Beautiful a sight to see
Tonight

A little dress to draw the press
And I’ll be leaving
All the rest behind

Well be pleased girl
If this is what you wanted
The whole world is watching you take the stage
What will you say

Aren’t I lovely
And do you want me cause
I am hungry for something that will make me real
Can you see me and
Do you love me cause
I am desperately searching for something
Real

I close my eyes imagine time
Will not forget
My sacrifice

I numb the ache and decorate
My emptiness
Stand naked in the light

Well be pleased world
If this is what you wanted
This young girl is everything that you made
What will she say

Aren’t I lovely
And do you want me cause
I am hungry for something that will make me real
Can you see me and
Do you love me cause
I am desperately searching for something
Real

The world goes home
The lights go down
My lipstick fades
Away

And do you want me cause
I am hungry for something that will make me real
Can you see me and
Do you love me cause
I am desperately searching for something
Real

Thoughts?

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