POSTED AT 12:16 PM
...of womanhood.
It's my 18th birthday today.
Strangely enough, I didn't feel the excitement and giddiness that is usually expected of upcoming birthdays. Ngayon pang 18th birthday ko...weird. Didn't wake up with a smile on my face and a song in my heart. More like a full bladder and disheveled hair.
But I'm happy with life in general. The depression episode last Friday did not last long (thank God) and my friends made my birthday worth smiling about. Their greetings alone were enough to make my day...and of course, Tita Ging's spaghetti and fried chicken too.
There were a lot of hurdles I had to go through with my debut planning lately, especially with the cotillion, but I've straightened them all out. Sana wala nang problema. Trust Murphy's Law (anything that can go wrong, will) to always be right. Many thanks to Jay and Gabriel, who filled in the gaps in the cotillion.
The souvenirs are all done now, clinched the deal with the photographer/videographer, Jasmin and Ate Judy would be the one to teach the dances, and the souvenirs are under way. Picture ko na lang yun inaantay.:D
Shit. I'm 18. I can watch Rated-R movies without chaperones now. I can get married. I can go to jail. I can legally have a boyfriend. I can enter bars without anyone asking for an ID.
Oh wait. I've done most of those already...But still. 18 na 'ko. I have yet to find out what being 18, and being technically a 'woman' is all about.
Is it all it's cracked up to be? I have the rest of my life to find out.









