I said I'm 26, they said I'm 25

I honestly thought I am 26 years old already!

I was with my mother earlier today when someone asked her of my age and she replied “ She's 25 years old”. She confused me because I’ve been telling and insisting people I’m 26. Almost two weeks ago, when I was confined to the hospital I told the man on admission record that there might be an error with their system in recording age. They may look so precise in recording my age as "25Y2M5D" but I insisted that I am a year older than stated. No one disagreed so I thought I was right. 

But then I was bothered that everyone’s reaction seems to agree with me even they actually don’t.

So here are the top three things I did to confirm my age.

• First, I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper then listed February 1986, February 1987, February 1988 down to February 2011. I counted each year and the last on the list is the 25^th year. I counted over and over but the count doesn’t change except if I count the year 1986 as year one but everyone knows I celebrated my 1^st birthday on February 1987.

• Second, I searched my own archive. I posted on February 10, 2010 “Today is my 24^th birthday…", which only means I’m 25 this year. Now I wonder where I got this feeling that I already celebrated my 26^th birthday.

• Third, I searched online the word “People Power Revolution” an event which took place in 1986 which marked the restoration of the county’s democracy and by history for our family marked my birth. I was 12 day-old newborn back then and I as told we’re inside the Camp Crame where my father was confined due to a gunshot during one of the ambushes. On February 2011 the country celebrated its 25th Anniversary which only means that I, too, have celebrated my 25^th birthday. With this, I remember my life at the camp where we transferred after that revolution, when our house is located at the back of the police headquarters. I used to talk with and hang out with police officers in uniforms carrying guns. They never scared me until I realized they’re carrying deadly weapons but they’ve been my playmates back then. The police officers during those times called me “EDSA” instead of my own name.

Age confirmed!. I’m really 25 years old this year. I have nothing confused about.

Birthday?

Today is my 24th birthday… the saddest of all.

 

 I feel weak, empty and scared. I wish I could stop everything, freeze the world in a snap. I wished to be invisible, to run a way, shout out loud and scream. I wished to let it out--strange emptiness from nowhere. Oh burdens of pain, hatred, and regrets I wished I could return you to where you really belong.

I struggled enough. I wanted to be free.

To run away… just the thought of it tires me already. I had no energy left since I been running all my life--been running from pain. I wanted to seek for another hiding place, where no one can see me dying in agony. For some, what I feel is stupid and nothing.

To be invisible. So I can cry, I can shout hurting no one.

To stay disconnected from the world so that no one will remind me of who I am and who I was.

A happy February

Public announcement.... I’m turning 22 in the next few hours

  yahooo!!!

February is a happy “month” for me, as always—my most awaited time of the year

a month of laughter and.. laughter...

Well, I really don’t know what I am going to tell the world right now, all I know is that I am so happy and I feel so great having people around me.

Spending moments with my friends and family is enough to make me happy this time

since I was a kid, (oi, I’m not a kid anymore, haha) I never asked for  parties with loud dancing music or yummy foods and drinks,  all I want is laughter and few talks with people close to me. (And I remember; I preferred to wear slippers and pants during my 18th birthday and spend the day with my friends at the beach, despite the fact that my parents wanted it to be “formal”—like me wearing a gown! What?!?  Anyway that was just one funny story I always loved to remember.

Anyway, on my 22nd year of my existence, I would like to thank my special friends, really, this is serious! My Bests Weng, Janice, Lana, and Cathy for accepting me, for being so good to me, for believing me... what else... “Honestly”, I never thought I’ll still be having a happy February...hmmm *sniff* wink! I really got sisters in you

 see... you make my stay here a home sweet home.

Of course, my old good friends and my familyJ thank you very much...

Warning: no one is allowed to spoil my month, ok?

Originally posted at: cristymay.multiply.com