It started when I was 14 or 15 -- those girly glossy pages never escaped my allowance.
From early '07 I bought Time every now and then but never as frequent as sometime this year. Cosmo doesn't appeal anymore, or world news is hotter?
Okay, let's consider age. Shucks.
2. I am annoyed with noise.
Kids running around (not the cute small ones), or high school kids talking way loud in Starbucks. I am the grumpy lola in our apartment shushing kids screaming outside our unit. Has my decibel level (is that what you call it) limit thing decreased?
3. I don't argue with whatever weird philosophy my dad has.
Papa likes to pop conspiracy theories, political crap, and religion over rice and Sinigang on weekend lunch. I, for years am the one debating against his middle-age realizations, but we’re cool that way.
Until it has become different for sometime now -- He talks I...just listen. Doesn't mean I have succumbed to his philosophy or something. I think this distance I have with him (that we already live apart) has made missing my parents elevate to the next level of understanding each other better. And yes, accepting whatever weirdness we all do most times.
4. Every bit of me is scared to be in a relationship.
I have told my friends that it sucks to be older. You know better and its a disadvantage sometimes -- all the time for me. The whole bf-gf shebang used to be easier until you're in your mid 20's.
When you have been Angie or Jen some time in your life, you begin to have a validation that Disney tricked you.
5. You wake up early.
I always think its funny how people wake up early and do chores and stuff but I am not (so) yet like that. But then considering the late hours I sleep, I wake up way early like 5-hour- of-sleep-is-okay early. I think there's more to the waking hours than to sleeping.
6. I hate misspelling texts just to shorten it
I know it's supposed to be shortened. And this is not an age thing anymore, well a little maybe. Thus my QWERTY phone.
I forgive using "u" instead of you and "4" for the word for but nothing tragically and intentionally shortened. This the mother of all my pet peeves and it heightened at this age that I catch myself having a hard time reading shortened messages anymore.
7. I carry all my stuff, all the time.
It works for me to have a huge bag regardless of where I am going. While I'll most likely only use about 1/8 of the things inside on a normal day, I hate the feeling of not being able to find a pen, a paper, the perfect shade lipstick, my charger, or anything I think is necessary for my survival in my own bag. Markers, scissors, and nail cutter included.
8. Skin fights back
I was proud on not having eye bags after going o n a streak of sleepless nights. Barely having zits, and skin just settles on ordinary facial wash and that's it. Now, the extra care offer promised by elixir of youth is what eats my Watsons shopping. It’s true what they say about skin care and that entire thing you take for granted just because. Sleepless nights will say hello in a form of skin breakout and the thing you thought was an eye liner gone wild – eye bags!
9. (Almost) everyone gets married
--- Or have babies. Pretty much the same thing. My point being: the whole circus of responsibilities people my age blindly jumps into. Applause for the boldness! I am not against the whole courage thing, there’s probably a thousand reason for things occurring in their lives in such fashion and only because they’re ready or God is ready to let things like big responsibilities to jump outside their doors. I on the other hand, can’t even manage a French tip. Got the analogy?
10. 1984 is the new 1975
Once upon a time, the ones you know who are really maturely cool ones are the ones born in 1975. They are probably my oldest cousins or so.
You realize this when you are around 15 – then 1975 person was 24 then. Come 2009, I feel very much like my exhibit A! I see kids born in 1990, and I am good friends with them though I still don’t get how back the year they were born I was learning how to read. Math is a really tricky problem. So is age.
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