I ❤ january (part 1)

Now that the end of the semester is near to a halt, I can now woo back my blog. I hope he takes me back, though because I admit I've been neglecting him for a while. Sorry, blog. I'll make it up to you. And so commencing recall of January 2013 events in 3, 2, 1...

I was born on the fourth of January and so it is no surprise why I love said month. And also my age turns legal this 2013 and that makes it all the more special. I didn't have a debut birthday like I sometimes dream but it was okay. I never did really put that much of a thought to me stepping down a hotel staircase all primped and poised, wearing a Barbie ballgown with Audrey Hepburn hair and Anne Curtis lips. Maybe because I knew from the start that we wouldn't be able to afford it? I don't know. All I know was that I have classes that day and nothing beats a birthday with you in uniform, all haggard up from the commute.

 

 

It was a normal day until my classmates did their thing. I expected the usual- greets and hugs. I did not see a video comprising of embarrassing pictures of me and a surprise party in the UST Benavides Park coming. I thought that since I was out for a semester and that for the most part I didn't know what went on with their lives during my absence, they wouldn't make my birthday that big of a deal. But they did. And I just couldn't stop crying then. I looked pretty weird in the pictures since I couldn't stop the tears but I was truly touched they did that for me. They just popped out of the bushes along the pathwalk holding blue cupcakes and paper flowers. And instead of the usual dance with 18 close guy friends, they all danced with me. There was music too, mind you. They hired this band from another college impromptu. It was all overwhelming. I had a cake, too which had to be ordered all the way from Quezon, I think. They bought a watch as present which must mean there's no excuse for being late anymore, and a scrapbook/photo album that had sticky notes with letters in them. It must have been rude that I had to leave early because I had another class coming up, I hope they didn't mind. My heartbeat could have been given a ticket for over-speeding that day, I had to lock myself in the bathroom for a while to get a grip. It was crazy.

After that dang class that got in the way, I met up with Franzel who just had to tempt me all over again with sweets. She bought a a little chocolate mousse cake and we ate at Hanayo's since it's my birthday and kimbobs are always my guilty pleasure. She hang around long enough to see my dance audition which was that same day as well (lot of happenings, eh). 

 

One hour before my audition, my phone died. I was hysterical since my audition music was in that phone and I had to update my parents where I was and how I'm doing sine they're coming to get me after I was done with the dance. Franzel and two of my classmates Rhowee and April generously laughed at my panicky self but helped me find a charging place. Fast-forwarded, I was scared to death of the girls in the dance group. I know it's just me but they really seemed oblivious to the fact I was standing there, asking when the audition would start. I did my own choreography on Jason Derulo's It Girl and got in. I didn't realize it at first until I heard the routine we were learning was for the Cypher competition already. I would have rolled on the ground that moment if it wasn't cement. We finished at about nine. And Franzel and I walked to where my family was. A gorgeous, bouquet of pink Carnations welcomed me, courtesy of my sweet handsome dad who was celebrating his birthday that day as well (yeah, I know what you're thinking- I should've given him something as well. What do you give men on their birthdays anyway? Ties? Swiss Knives? Golf clubs? Seriously?) We ate and talked about my first day as an adult.

 

 

 More surprises in store. I got up to my room, only to find it attacked by a flock of paper cranes courtesy of my sister. Awwww could not be enough to express how overwhelmed I was with all the love. Balloons and gold confetti also serve as new decor for my bedroom. It was all literally a sight for sore eyes -- especially the confetti.

 I remember filling my prayers with just thank you's that night. It was legen-wait-for-it-I'm-18-bitchez-dary... legendary!!! wooh!!! My life rules. (Warning: exaggerated-ness required)