Twenty three!

One of the things that Emily Owens and I share in common (aside from our humongous stupid crush on Will Collins) is that we both aren't birthday persons. I'm not one to make a fuss about my birthday because frankly, I don't think I am worth the fuss. I wake up on my birthday every year feeling great, like nothing can ever pull me down, or nothing can go wrong, or I can get away with anything, but I'm just a regular human being, and special treatments (because it's my birthday), while very much appreciated (I cannot stress this enough), are things I am not really used to getting.

But still, every year on my birthday, I am thankful. I am thankful that the Lord has given me yet another year to live; thankful that my mom and dad decided to have me, keep me and let me experience living life on this wonderful world; thankful for the family and friends that make life more enjoyable; thankful for experiences that educate me, experiences that quenches my thirst for knowledge and maturity.

Years back, I would make this mental list of things that I want to get for my birthday. Looking back at it, I feel so materialistic, lol. But hey, I am materialistic, though I am very much trying to minimize my being that. As I turn 23 (can I panic for a little bit?), I think my birthday wish list has become more mature (naks, pats myself in the back) because there is nothing that I want but...

Happiness, per se, is broad, too generic. If I am being specific, I want to be happy because my mom is healthy and is safe from evil and harm, and because I make her happy; I want to be happy because my dad is no longer stubborn, is finally determined to lose weight and get well; I want to be happy because my sister has finally graduated from college, and will start working soon, and is on her way to finding her own happiness; I want to be happy because I can go to Korea with my friends, or to Singapore with my family; I want to be happy because I can finally enroll myself in a Multimedia Arts course; I want to be happy because I can finally do the things that I want to do, things that I can say are worth my time, things that I am actually passionate about; I want to be happy because finally, I am in love with someone who is in love with me, too (now I know this is a tall, tall, very taaaaaaaaaaaaaall order).

I also wish for optimism. I will be happy. I'm on my way to happiness!

Happy birthday to me ;)