A Year Older
Am turning a year older tomorrow … and am not sure if I like it. Hehehe …. will be 22 and I still feel like 12. Still crave for cotton candy despite the major damage it caused to my teeth years ago, still play in the rain like a 5 year old, still cry coz things didn’t turn out my way, still want a teddy bear like a lil girl, still act and think like a kid at most times. Can’t help it … Wafa used to say, “Ui Wena grow up kuno” huhuhu … I am trying my damnedest to say “diha” the right way instead of my usual “dira”; I’ve been laughed at coz of the way I talk, the way I react to things, the way I express my ideas. It sucks … must have been the reason why I’ve learned to just keep mum throughout meetings and gatherings … better that than have them all look my way and laugh.
Mom said … thats the result of people spoiling you … you think, you act as if you’re 12. Hahay …. so tomorrow I’ll be older … I’ll make it my b-day resolution to stop saying “dira” and use “diha” instead … and hopefully they’ll stop making fun of me.
