There is something about birthdays that makes me happy and makes me sad, this has been a constant feeling ever since I have develop a slight case of the Peter Pan Syndrome. Me having a slight case of the Peter Pan syndrome does not necessarily mean that I am childish and totally hate responsibilities, but the whole I don’t want to age is a whole new issue to me. Personally, I hate the thought of aging since the early years of my teenhood because I’ve always want to look and feel young for the rest of my life… but we all know that it is virtually impossible in this time and age *sigh*
Don’t get me wrong, I love birthdays; the parties, the gifts, the greetings and the pat in the back by my folks. All of those makes me feel loved especially if I can feel the efforts that people exert just to give that short Happy Birthday message to me. Ha, ha, ha, one of my bestfriends kept sending me all these birthday wishes even if it was not my birthday yet and it just warms my heart to have such a loving friend such as him. He is not the only one who kept on greeting me with all these birthday wishes, one of friends went through all the trouble by sending birthday greetings in every social networks that we are both registered and also sent me an Instant Message. My bff, called me from the Philippines and that moved me into tears because it has been a while since we’ve heard each others voice and we miss each other so much.
So how did I celebrate my birthday? Well, I woke up 7:00 in the morning to get ready for school, drove to school because I was running late, got to class on time, received a ton of homework, got into another class, received an extra pound of homework, got into my last class, got no homework *sweet*, went to Church for a “thank you” mass, got home and did some of my homeworks, went out as soon as mom came back from work, ate at Olive Garden, got home, resumed homework making and currently doing this blog post 
You may say that was kinda bland for a birthday, well, thats because we celebrated it during Saturday, Sunday and Monday (Labor day, long weekend). All we did was shop, shop, shop and drive. In the end of the long weekend I have a whole new wardrobe at my disposal which totally makes me happy. The only problem I have is that I have not enough space on my closet to fill in all of my new clothes. Since the practical way of clearing my closet is by removing the clothes I don’t wear anymore, I decided to give them out to the Church that I attend to so that they could give them out to the needy. I told my mom about it and she agreed with my kind proposal and so I feel good on the inside 
As I clear each shirt/short/pants that I have inside my closet, I started to get nostalgic about those clothes. Some of those clothes held memories inside them and it started to come back to me as I picked it up. For a moment there, I had second thoughts of giving them away but I quickly snapped out of it and just threw it in the box. Nevermind of those memories! I said to myself, for some of those memories had the foundation of a gelatin and had a wall of polyester. Though some did held good memories, I still decided to give them away because I’m sure the needy would need them more than I do.
Overall: My birthday was blast!!
I would like to thank all the people who greeted me, you all are so special to me and you just made me feel that I am special to you. I love you all
A bit of a filler here: While I was hanging out with my cousin last Sunday Punchline’s song “The Fake, The Snake, And the Birthday Cake” played on the radio while we were cruising around. Ha, ha, ha, I loved that song and it kinda fits my current situation. Plus it’s from Punchline! I love Punchline! 
