My birthday is coming.
Yes, my 18th birthday…
Most of my friends in the Philippines who are turning 18 this year are having a grand coming out party – A dance. A ball. A debut to celebrate their legal age – with their family, relatives, best friends, special friends. We’ve finally survived 18 years of being human inside this complicated world.
But me? >shrug< I’m currently here in Singapore—not expecting anything.
-coz I want to celebrate it with my dad and it’s impossible.
-coz my true blood-related family aint here.
-coz im flat broke. Bankrupt. No money. No dough.
-coz I don’t have any special someone to celebrate with. </3
-coz I don’t want to celebrate my 18th birthday with people who don’t genuinely/sincerely care.
-coz I don’t want to celebrate with people im not comfortable with.
-coz I don’t really want to celebrate with fake people to whom Im not really close to [who am I close to anyway?]
-coz I don’t know who to celebrate with.
-coz I don’t know where and how to celebrate. [especially with no budget]
-coz I don’t have the time.
-coz I don’t want to plan, to expect something, and to be disappointed.
-coz I’m having my visitor and I’m so emo…..
yes, im saying that i want to do this and that but actually, this things doesn’t matter coz I just want my dad.. my family… and its not about the things I do or get. Its whether or not I’ll enjoy it and get to tell my future grandchildren about it.
actually, Im not looking for anything in particular. I don’t want anything material. I don’t want people to try so hard to make it perfect coz that is soooo impossible.
I just want it to be, well, especially memorable…… ><
make me feel special. but make it sincere.
afterall, its MY birthday. not urs.