Only 24 hours to go before my 20th birthday and I still don't feel as excited as I normally would be around this time. Normally, I'd be planning a celebration a month before and be all giddy at the beginning of the week, but that's not really the case this year.
I decided to have a small celebration with my friends this year. Of course it was also only a small celebration last year, but this year, it'll be just us girls. I'm sort of going through this feminist phase in which I think it's better to be single and go out with friends because all men are scum who would just ruin a good time.
That aside, I guess what's different about my birthday this year is that I don't have classes during the week. And since I'm born on the middle of September, that just has never happened to me before. At least, not since I turned 4. Because even in the trimestral system in college in which the first term ends in August, school's always already back by the 17th of this month. So I'm not used to not hanging around school, seeing my friends and getting them to give me presents, or at least a greeting.
As is so obvious, I think birthdays are a big deal, be it mine or other people's. I'm a birthday person. I love that I have the memory to remember almost all of my friends' birthdays, and I love that I have the means to greet them. And even if I'm definitely not a party person, I love to celebrate.
I always try to celebrate my birthday differently every year. Maybe so it'd be easier to remember. My favorite so far was my 18th birthday, and not really because it was a big celebration in a hotel and all, although that was extremely fun, too. On the day of my 18th birhtday, I got out of class early and my sister and I went to see a movie (Simone, I remember) and afterwards we ate dinner out. It was pretty simple, and kind of routine for us since we used to do that almost weekly (back in the days I still had allowance and didn't care to keep my grades up). There wasn't anything very special about it, and yet I loved that celebration so much. Probably because watching movies always cheers me up no matter what, and I'm so glad to have that activity to mark the occassion.
Okay, maybe I'm getting too sentimental. It's just a birthday after all. I heard the people in Singapore don't even celebrate theirs after they turn 10 (or was 12?). But like I said, I love birthdays. Because it's almost impossible to feel bad on your birthday, right? At least, that's the case with me. The only thing I don't like about my birthday is that I have to share the day (and month) with tons of other people. I hate that September is one of those months most people are born on because a lot of times, some friends of mine can't make it to my celebrations because the schedule conflicts with their other friends' or relatives' birthday.
On my 18th birthday celebration, one of my best friends actually left early, just so he could attend his blockmate's party as well. And then, he blamed me for having the program on my party run too long that when he got to that other party, there were hardly any guests left.
Well, maybe it only sounds bad when I say it and if you hear his side I would sound like the unfair one. Still, leaving my party to go to his blockmate's? I'm the one who's known him for 10 years!
Hm. I think I better shut up now before I get started on my whole issue on blockmates/college friends. I'm pretty sure nobody would want to read about that. So I guess I'll just end this with a "Thanks for having read this far about my birthday issues," and please don't forget to greet me tomorrow!
Oh, and if you're still having problems remembering when my birthday is (despite the fact it's highlighted on the side section of this blog), just remember, it's the first 4 digits of most Globe handyphone numbers. 09-17.
