On Becoming 24

Tomorrow I turn 24. Yikes.

I'm usually hyper about my birthday coming up but this year, I don't know. My birthday must-do checklist (things I do a day or two before my actual birthday) has been preserved though: getting my nails done, getting a new haircut and buying the perfect dress. I’m almost done with everything in the list but, surprisingly, the excitement hasn't kicked in just yet. Will someone dare to slap me on the face and remind me today’s the last day of September? *sighs*

Maybe I’m creeped out by the number 24. No, it has not anything to do with things mystical. I think 24 is too big of a number, age-wise. Agree with me, yes? You see, being 24 is like a juncture, a turning point especially for someone like me who admits to still having her childish ways. People expect you to be more adult. Act like an adult. Speak like an adult. Think like an adult. Some even start to settle down at this age. Gawd! I don’t think I’m quite ready for that. There are a lot of things (and I mean A LOT!) that I have yet to fulfill and to work on. Just thinking about all these things flip me out!

On the other hand, the fear of being 24 might turn out to be what I need to get my act together. I’m afraid I may be too old at 24 to finish unfinished businesses, pero this question pops outta my head: why the drama where in fact these are things I could’ve done when I was 21, 22, 23? If I let the anxiety get the best of me now, kailan ko pa siya magagawa? When I’m 25, 26, 27? Note to self: I’m not and won’t get any younger so I might as well let the excitement oust that fear taking over me. It's high time to live like an adult! Oh, please say I'm right.

Before today ends, my dress should be well-ironed. I should be wearing red nail polish, sporting a new ‘do with a new hair color and I should be cartwheeling all over the place...

... because tomorrow I turn 24.

Sisterly Surprise!

My sister is the sweetest. Let me tell you why.

I really hate having to wake up and/or being awakened when I’m zonked out, even it were for something so important. Crankiness is written all over my face everytime that happens to me and you sure don’t wanna be friends with me when you see how ratty I get. Unfortunately, it’s been happening to me for like a month now because my timetable for taking meds takes in one of my sweet sleeping hours and there’s nothing much I can do about it. :(

Same sheez turned up yesterday. My clock woke me up, took my meds, checked my phone for new messages. Then there was a text message from the sister.

Kar: Ate, gising ka pa? I have an ubong for you pero cheap lang ha? Haha.

I was still in a super sleepy and cranky state but I jumped right out of the bed and went downstairs, straight to the kitchen, after reading her text. I ran to the fridge, opened it, and there the surprise was: this glorious box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts that we share the same huge amount of love for! :)

Surprise! :)

My heart instantly melted. You prolly have an idea how much a piece costs compared to your regular doughnuts, and my sister, being the self-confessed tightwad that she is, actually bought me a box. A box of assorted doughnuts for crying out loud! And guess what? It’s from her first full paycheck. That makes her sweeter than these doughnuts. :)

The damage has been done. :p

Since I found what she did uber thoughtful, today I also bought her ubong, zinger and fries from KFC.

two of her favorite snacks :)

By the way, the word ubong is derived from pasalubong and it's a word my sister and I use when making lambing to each other. Looking forward to getting mooooore ubongs from her! I love you, bibi! ♥

with the best sister on earth :)

Oh, before I end this post, I almost forgot to say that I really hate having to wake up and/or being awakened when I’m zonked out unless you bring me ubong. :p

Starting All Over.

Hello there! My name is Ice. You see, I’m no newbie at blogging yet I’ve never been able to really keep up my previous sites because of my own shallow reasons (major reason: laziness!). Boo me.

Lately, though, I find myself often google-ing different blog sites and adding them to my browser’s bookmarks. Reading blog entries on random subjects has been a very good stress-reliever to me, besides eating chocolates, especially at work (my bosses might kill me when they read this part. Patay!). These bloggers, from the scholarly to the more casual ones (i.e. people I personally know who think and talk like moi), inspire me to get myself back to this form of self-expression.

So here I am again, on my nth attempt to put all my thoughts, even the most absurd of them all, into this one crazy blog account! I'm very much excited! Expect to read about my everyday roller-coaster ride. I pride myself on having a sharp memory but I'm only human so I’ll never ever get to remember every single detail in my life even if I compel my brain to and that's what this little time capsule is for.

I hope to keep you entertained by my daily quirks. Woohoo! :)