'Birthday' and 'Happy' Once Again Came True Together

So… here's the thing: I'm 20 now.

I hate being old, that's all I want to say. But I guess I'm not in the position to use the word 'old' in connection with myself or else I'd be dissing my friends again. :P Yeah, I do hang with a lot of older peeps.

Anyways, I've always thought birthdays are way too overrated. To me, it just marks the day you have to put another number in the 'Age' blank in official forms. A birthday is only special to me as long as the people who care about me make it so.  

But because the world pressures me (and because of a few other reasons), I've always had to celebrate April 29^th. With celebrating comes the stress of preparing because:

a)      I'm not your hobby party-thrower.

b)      I'm a freaking perfectionist in a lot (not all, but a lot) of things.

So yeah, birthdays also mean a lot of stress to me. The stress has added up over the years and now I've kind of grown to… dislike my own birthday. I know, I'm very much one of a kind.

Anyways, the reason for this post today is actually this confession I need to make: I really enjoyed my birthday this year.

Hallelujah! You heard it right.

On April 28^th I went to bed at nearly 11pm because I've got an early class the next morning. I hit the sack without the slightest feeling of excitement and honestly, I don't even remember if it crossed my mind that moment before going to sleep that my birthday was around the corner.

The next morning I woke up with a bunch of texts and facebook notifications that, of course, put a huge smile on my face. But then I picked up my morning routine like any other day. The moment I exited the house, however, I noticed a strange blue balloon that was stuck in between the mosquito net of my window and the window itself. I thought the kids from yesterday played a prank on me and, with my typically disapproving head-shaking gesture, I removed the balloon from the window. It wasn't until then that I actually realized the balloon was just a blown-up rubber glove, the kind we use in hospitals and in our anatomy dissecting classes.

Strange, I thought.

Then I went to get my bike, on the way passing Rondo, my new scooter. And there it was, another blue glove balloon tied to Rondo! A face was painted on this one with a celebratory message written on the backside, and I instantly knew who the real culprit was. My boys. :x There was no doubt when I finally saw their names at the end of the message.

It turned out that three of my uni friends went to my house before midnight with the intention of celebrating the very first seconds of my twenties together with me. But when they were there, they realized I was already in bed so that other silly idea with the balloons came up. Toooooo cute. :3 I already felt really bad for them and they just had to make it worse by telling me that they wanted to wake me but in the end were too afraid of losing some body parts if I woke up and got pissed at them. I'm not that scary, come on. T_T

Another surprise my friends had for me was a chocolate muffin (they made it very clear that they don't support my chocolate rehab T_T) and that bottle of champagne they brought to uni. So at 9 in the morning, we all killed a whole champagne bottle (with lots of loud cheers and singing and a very, very embarrassed yet grateful me), then we continued going to class in the style of' like a boss'. What can I say? YOLO it is, people.

I also had some 'me'-time in the afternoon until I finally rounded up the day with a nice dinner with the gang. It was perfect, really. No stress, no pissed-off, a lot of fun and laughter, just enough me-time and the feeling of self-importance.

I really, really am grateful to my uni gang. I love them to bits. We talked about working all together in one hospital later, a very unrealistic dream we are aware, but just the thought of it was enough to make me smile on the inside. How much fun it would be, right guys? I do believe they're very fast becoming one of the people who understand me the best, knowing so many aspect of what makes me 'me'. (To get to my deepest secrets is a very long way to go, but still… :P Good things come to those who wait~)

There's a reason I can't do long-distance relationships. So I've just gotta appreciate all the bonds I have now, even if my 'now' is far from perfect. As long as I still have those who care about me on my side, it is the most perfect I would want my life to ever become.

I suck at expressing my feelings face-to-face. But one day, when the mood is right, I'll get cheesy and tell you guys just how much you all mean to me. :)