skin aging starts at age 25. well that’s a big O-M-G for me now that i just turned 25 yesterday. as an ugly duckling during my grade school days, i usually feel awkward around people thinking they would focus more on my pimple infested face. a face only a mother could love. for me, during those days beautiful skin is the ultimate gift to die for.
i was wrong.
i thought yesterday was just like any other birthdays i had. the usual routine of waking up, going to school/office and then going home. in short, i didn’t celebrate my birthday the way other people does. yesterday was different. if phone radiation can instantly kill, i could have been dead. every now and then my phone will ring with calls coming from different people whom i never thought would greet me during my birthday while text messages abound even from colleagues and family. i feel great.
to add up to the hype, my tabatsuy has setup a blog so that friends can post any message for me, to a point someone even compared me to a sunflower (^_^)
i even got my first cake yesterday which ended being devoured. need a proof?
at the end of the day i realized that i need not to wish something extravagant because there are much greater things that i already have now. loving friends, supportive family, great job and special someone. for me, these are the best things in life.