081990. EIGHTEEN years ago -- I was this clueless kid. I was born that day.
Now, 081908.
Before the clock strikes twelve, Aica send me a greeting. It was a good one. She said. "Greet ta na ka happy2 bithday! Yey, pwede ka na magwatch porn, pwede ka na makulong kag damo pa benefits." HAHAHA. I said, GOSH! Indi ko na gusto mag 18. hahaha. :D I was then at Julie's room and I was playing with her PSP, she said. "Uy, 18 ka na. Bawal na magbaby talk." Why? I then think about this quote I read and I alo gave this to a friend on her birthday, "Being 18 is not just being 18. You can be 11, 12, 15, 17 at the same time." I can be a child and a lady at the same time, as long as the right moment appeared.
Yes. I'm 18.
May be some people are thinking of the good things happened to their life for the past 18 years and to tell you before the 19th of August there's too much skeleton in my closet that I can't clean.
:: I lied. About having a boyfriend but hey, how about a pat in the back? I introduced him to my dad during my birthday. It was a quick encounter but still I was nervous.
:: I stressed. Over the smallest things like school programs and classroom stuff.
:: I ate. A lot and gaining too much weight in the process.
:: I disobeyed. Loads of things and for a simple reason that is "natak-an ko".
:: I cheated. In exams, a few times already.
:: I cried. For no reason.
:: I abandon. People that are worthful.
:: I backstabbed. So human.
:: I snobbed. My family, I didn't spend much time with them.
:: I stole. Getting more than what I deserve (e.g allowance)
:: I was greedy. Asking for luxury.
:: I pretend. To be innocent.
:: I'm a narc. Vain.
:: I'm a sloth. For no reason.
:: I'm a child. I trip a lot.
:: I'm a user. I abuse some things and people.:
: I discriminate. 'Nuff said.
:: I loved. Too much.
Those are some of the not-so-nice things I did before I turn 18. I'm not a saint. No one is.
Happy Birthday to me. :D
This is a blog. Made by a person who wishes to give life and soul to every words she writes. Who gives meaning to every blank page she scribbles on. To let you see not only an empty sheet with ink but a body with a spirit. Let your imagination fly high. The creative mind is a playful mind. Philosophy is the play and dance of ideas. She's making every word dance. To give a different meaning in living. This is my freedom wall. Expose.Feel.Vandalized. This is my life. You live in it. Live with it.
NOW READ! Don't forget to drop me some sugars along the way.
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