Eight Weeks and Counting

It's just now that I realized that in about eight weeks, I'd be celebrating my 23rd birthday. Oh yes, I'm turning 23 and it's always a surprise to everyone when I tell them I look forward turning a year older. Truth be told, this is probably one of those "once in a blue moon" sort of things where I am absolutely excited about celebrating it.

This excitement got me thinking of what I want to do on my birthday...and of course, what I want to get on my birthday. So I guess this blog is going to be about my wishlist for that special day.

What I want to do:

• Go to mass (it's always the best way to start the day)
• Party number 1: Birthday dinner with family (it's tradition)
• Party number 2: Birthday lunch with officemates (because that's what we do when it's someone's birthday)
• Party number 3: Birthday dinner with friends (of course)
• Go to Boracay (for a much needed vacation)
• Go to a spa (because I want to be pampered)
• See my hairstylist and get a hair treatment (it's been a long time since I got a treatment)
• Shop for uber nice clothes (just because)
• Watch a movie (if there's something nice to watch)
• Meet a celebrity (please?)
• Sing! (because I want to)
• Drink Starbucks white chocolate mocha frappuccino (I love Starbucks!)

What I want:

• Starbucks tumbler or mug (because I need it)
• Vidal Sassoon ceramic curler and straightener (because I'm vain)
• Shoes or stilettos from M. Nicole (size 9 please -- Bru, help me!)
• Swimsuits from Sun ‘n Sand (my RTW size is small)
• Gladiator sandals (just to say I have a pair or two)
• Necklace, bracelet or ring (silver is preferable; bead-accented are also nice)
• DKNY Women (I’ve been searching for it since I ran out of perfume)
• The Nanny Complete DVD Series (since I already have FRIENDS)
• Trench coat (because I've been wishing for it since 2005)

What I'm wishing to happen:
...because it would just make my birthday the most special if this happened...

• A nice bouquet of flowers
• A date

Why I'm Called a WEIRDO.

This is not the first time that I have been called a "weirdo." I have been labeled as such by my brothers and my friends. But then, the blogging biz is quite a hype and you know how it goes when you see a topic and you can't help but answer it.

All right! Let's begin.

I am called a WEIRDO for the following reasons:

1. I've never had a room of my own.

Yes, for 23 years, I have never had my own room. Right now, I sleep in our living room on our couch. The two bedrooms in our condo unit are occupied by my parents and my brother. Of course, I should be the one with the room since I am the girl and I need more private time than my brother. But my brother's as weird as I am, saying he's the one who needs the privacy. He played the "artist card." Hmp! So yes, my room is the living room.

2. I prefer reading political or philosophical literature than romance novels.

Not that I have anything against them, but I'd much rather read literature about Plato and Aristotle than characters written by Nora Roberts or Christina Dodd. I don't own any romance novel. But sure, I read light books.

3. I am still single.

Ok. I don't really know how this fits in for being a weirdo, but according to some of my friends that at my age, I should have a boyfriend by now. Hey, it's not that I want to be single forever, you know. Just not now. And they call me weird for it. According to my friends, it's an unresolved mystery. Why is it that until now, I am not in a relationship? Is it because I studied in an all-girls-school institution? Is it because I am just not interested? Or is it because...hmm...I don't think I'll finish the last statement. Hahaha!

4. I don't own rubber shoes or sneakers.

Another fact about me that people are having such a hard time to believe. No, I don't own any rubber shoes or sneakers. As soon as PE was over, I am done with them. Sorry people, I'm just not the rubber shoes-slash-sneakers type of gal. I'm more of the sandals-and-stiletto type.

5. I have a mini-library at home.

Oh yes! It's true. It's true. It's definitely a library at our home. Everywhere you go, in our home, books are piled up and yes, everyone at home has read every single book. My last book count for my books is 203. Still counting...

6. I blush profusely when a certain someone gives me compliments.

It's nice to get compliments once in a while. However, I can't help but blush whenever someone gives me compliments. I guess it's just because I've never gotten used to it. After all, being in an exclusive all-girls school from elementary until college never really gave me the chance to hear stuff like that. So when I get compliments, though I usually say my thanks, I always think something's up.

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That ends my blog for the day.

Au revoir!

I've Got the Blues.

Yes, it's the month of February now. And since 2006, I've been feeling what I've always felt when this month arrives. I've got the February blues, an obviously unwelcome feeling. I don't like being sad for no reason at all. I don't think anybody does. Then again, I might be feeling sad because there's something to be sad about.

I used to look forward to Valentine's Day. I remember back then I'd always do something special for my parents and some friends. I'd give them a little something on Valentine's Day just to show I was thinking of them on that special day. I even had my very first date (albeit a group date) on Valentine's Day. So, yes, in a way, my expectations for V-Day have transformed from a simple day to be spent with family to a special day I get to spend with someone equally special.

But along the way, I found myself spending the day of hearts with a couple of friends, along with their respective partners. I hated the feeling of being the "nth" wheel in the group. It's terrible! I always end up wishing the fateful day wouldn't come so I don't have to feel like this. I end up asking myself, "Do I join my friends so I wouldn't feel alone or to be humiliated to be seen with them as the only one who doesn't have a date?"

This year, I told myself, I wouldn't be sad come February. But somehow, even in my greatest attempt to focus on my happiest thoughts, I can't help but be a little down. Friends of mine are starting to talk about their plans for February 14 and I admit, I am a little jealous. I'm jealous at the fact that they'd get to spend that one day (despite the day being too commercialized) with that one special person.

So here's the main reason why I'm sad during this time of the year...

I miss that feeling of going through the motions. I want to feel excited and nervous and happy and giddy all at the same time again. I miss preparing myself for a date -- dressing up, putting on a touch of blush, slipping into those pair of shoes specially reserved for special occasions.

I may not look like I'm hoping for it...but somehow, I do wish it will happen to me.