They say when you're 18, you can do anything.
I say when I'm 18, I CAN SAY ANYTHING! (Just for one day.)
Today is the 3rd of October. 18 years ago, I was born and started writing my own history. This morning, I woke up feeling nuts. Not just plain peaNUTS but Cashew NUTS. I went to school early but when I got there, "Classes Suspended" what the fudge! While I was travelling back home I realized how "happy" and "overwhelming" it is to receive your first 18th birthday present at 7:30 am. So early to be so pissed with every person in the world for a wonderful start of "my" day because I went to school all prep up, then saw the gate closed and locked.
So, whatever, it is my birthday anyway. MY birthday. Meaning, this day is just mine. Not for anyone for them to actually care if I am having a good one or not. So, I went to Jollibee and ate my breakfast alone because this day is MY birthday.
At 8:30am, I called October 3rd my "I-am-super-pissed-off-so-if-you-still-want-your-tomorrow-get-away-from-my-sight-or-else-you'll-never-see-the-sun-rising-in-your-face-ever-again!" day.
I acted that way because the things that are happening are the things that I am not expecting. maybe because I have lived up to that mindset that birthdays are special. Not just for the celebrant but also for the people who loves the celebrant. And actually, I don't know why I thought of things that way.
But I didn't spoiled my day. As what broken-hearted people says "a box of chocolates and lots of sleep." But for me, "chocolate cake and the people that I love" for a happy day that will last.
