Ew! I’m so old……
Well, this day didn’t go as I planned and imagined. I planned to have a huge birthday party, ’cause I have friends to invite now (unlike before), but the date was all wrong. It was a Sunday before payday, meaning that I’d be broke (I have this bad habit of spending like there’s no tomorrow and I need to work on it), and the friends who were supposed to be invited will all be busy, ’cause it’s church day.
And it turned out to be the busiest birthday I ever had, but the stuff I did had really nothing to do with my birthday.
Few hours before my birthday, I was busy worrying about my amps slash speakers. You know, it’s gone missing. We all found out that the owner, who happened to the guy I have a slight crush on, took it home. I can’t buy amps that time because a.) I was broke b.) we’re in the band practice, and we’ll finish by 8 pm, and stores would be closed at that time (if I have the money) and c.) it’s raining very hard.
After band practice, Chok asked me if we’re going out for dinner (he knows it’s my birthday), but I told him that we’re not because I was broke. I thought he’d insist to pay, but he did not. Whew. Instead, he borrowed my violin from me and played a scratchy “Happy Birthday” on it.
We all went home, and I went to watch Gossip Girl. I thought I’d feel better after watching the show, but I did not. It made me feel awful, ’cause I realized that there’s a lot of things that I like to buy for myself (like a new pair of shoes or a YSL bag), but I couldn’t since I was broke. To make me feel more awful, Cathy texted me that she couldn’t make it at church tomorrow. Sigh.
For some reasons, I couldn’t sleep. After midnight, an hour later when my birthday started, I checked my phone. Two greetings. One from Krissie, and one from Sorella. Aw, that’s so sweet.
I ate breakfast around five o’clock in the morning. I wasn’t excited or whatever; I simply couldn’t can’t just go back to sleep. Lying for a long time gave me a terrible head ache. I saw Ed coming in through the gate. I asked him where he’d been and where he’s headed, and he just yelled at me that he’s out with some friends, and it’s not my business. Wow. How about a “Happy Birthday, sis?” This is just so like last year. I love my brother so much, but sometimes, I’m so pissed that I’d like to disown him as one of my family members.
I put on my gray baby doll dress, with black stockings beneath. I’d like to wear it without stockings, but the band has strict dress code policy. We can’t play wearing revealing shirts and short dresses.
I went to church, feeling blank. Jem saw me and yelled, “Happy birthday, Ate Reg!” Of course, everyone heard, and wished me a happy birthday out of courtesy. I went upstairs to set up my keyboards. I played a little bit (I find it weird that playing my thing cheers me up). That felt better. I went down from the stage to mingle with people.
Everyone wished me a happy birthday and asked me if I’m gonna have a party later. All these years, having a birthday par-tay doesn’t sound very appealing to me. I mean, if you have a party on your birthday, you’ll stress out yourself with all the preparations and invitations. Of course you have to think of what you’re gonna wear, too. And then, there’s the cleaning-up-after-party part. That’s why I don’t like having my own birthday party. I just do a birthday dinner, with four to six friends. But this year, it’s really different. I have a lot of friends! I’d like them all to be at my party, and I guess it’s too late. That’s sad.
Peewee proper: Onstage, after Des welcomed the guests and the attendees, she announced that it was my birthday. She said, “Let’s greet Regine, one of our pianists, a happy birthday! She’s looking more and more beautiful everyday!” For the first time in my life, I felt special.
After church, I went home to eat lunch. While we’re eating lunch, Mom said that it’s not too late to have a party, and she suggested that if we can’t do it today, we’ll do it next week. I told her that I’ll tell my friends about it.
I went to my usual afternoon sleep, intentionally missing my SOL classes. Aw, gimme a break, it’s my birthday.
When I woke up, I got dressed right away and went to church to attend the pre-encounter party. When I got there, I found everybody chanting “Banana, peel peel banana.. cut banana, cut banana, cut cut banana..” in Kuya Rommel’s drum beats. They looked like they’re having a great time. I went to find my friends, and when I finally did, all of them greeted me with a “Happy Birthday”, then chanted, “Birthday girl! Birthday girl!” I was called onstage to do the Banana dance, I declined and tried to run, but my friends blocked my way and dragged me to the stage. Gosh, it was so embarassing. There were like, more or less three hundred people watching me, including the guy I have a slight crush on….. But that’s okay, it all ended after a minute.
After church, I went home and went to bed.
