Another flame is lit

Another flame is lit.

On my birthday cake.

Yup, I turned sixteen Feb 11. Nobody ever said I looked or sounded 15. Their reactions were always, "Fifteen! No kidding!".

It wasn't a very big celebration, and I enjoyed it that way. I watched Cloverfield with my two sisters, brother, and mom. It was my third time watching the movie, and I wouldn't mind watching three more times. Loved it. Got dizzy in the front row, but loved it. JJ Abrams rocks and Michael Stahl-David is really hott.
It was refreshing, because it had been the first time I had gone out with my family in a really long time. It was refreshing to just go out and do something as simple as watch a movie with them.

The day started as so:

I lost some sleep as I was furiously fighting off birthday text greetings from friends and family. The worst part is my cellphone tones are really loud, so when it rings while everybody is asleep, it wakes everyone up. And my phone was ringing constantly by the hour. Happy birthday! Happy happy birthday! Happy happy buuuuurrtday! =) Though I was sleepy, I thanked everybody with a warmed up smile on my face and love and pink fragrance on the text. I love my friends. =)

We were ideally going to check out this place where I was going to be taking Arnis/Wushu classes, but that got cancelled. It disappointed me because I really would have liked to have gone.

After my two younger siblings finally woke up- I tell them constantly that if you wanna be awake before lunch, sleep when you see the sun rising. We left and grabbed a bite to eat at Sbarro (Damn, their servings are huge.), and afterward stopped by for desert and got these Chocolate marshmallow thingies. We went to the movie house at around 7:30 pm and were just in time for the screening. But we did miss the Dark Knight trailer by seconds. Dang. Us and probably two other small groups were the only people watching. I loved watching again, and want to watch more and more! Sadly, right as the credits were ending, and mind you when you watch Cloverfield, listen as the end titles are coming to a close at the credits, they cut out the easter egg that you were supposed to hear. tsk tsk tsk.

After coming home imagining giant creatures destroying the city, two friends of mine took me and my sister out for a late night coffee run. And guess what? I had some vodka. No, I'm not a drinker. Two scoops of blueberry ice cream with a shot of vodka. We all split it amidst discussing politics of a certain specific kind. When mixing vodka with ice cream, pour it in and watch the ice cream melt. The intensity of the alcohol is too much for little sweet Ms. Ice cream and breaks it down like a slushy ice piece in warm water. It was actually like drinking the famous Mos Eisley cantina drink of Blue Milk. Blue, sweet, flavored, and definitely spiked. A good treat for a newly 16-year old me.

I enjoyed this birthday, because it was simple, sweet, and worry free. That is aside of the monster part. Ideally though, I imagined spending my birthday at college. The college I've been eyeing for months has February as its Fine Arts month. Plein air painting, art displays, talks, mingling, parades- all for young artists. That was how I believed I would be spending my birthday and that had been all I would have wanted. That was until my mom told we in the few weeks preceding that it wouldn't happen. Money is a bitch.

So I admit I spent my birthday with half a heart, yet I was smiling much more than I though I would be. Here's a tip: If you're feeling depressed on your birthday, consider that it's the only time your friends will be going out and doing stuff, treating you out, buying you stuff just for you. So call somebody up and go out for something simple if a party feels too much for you. A life of peace is not somethin to be ashamed of.

Though I am having a celebration this saturday, Feb 16, it is just bowling. We're going bowling and probably playing Guitar Hero.

I don't like being the subject of parties, usually. Too much pressure to make sure people came there and it was worth it. I'm not a big fan of embarassing surprises either. They make me touch but turn so red I look like I'm drunk.

But hey, I gave myself some slack since this day won't be repeated for another year. I'll enjoy being sixteen though I wish I could have had the luxuries that normal 15-year-olds had. Something as simple as going to a prom, or worrying about exams. I get envious of people who can actually do those things, because I never was able to and won't be able to take it back.

Folks, enjoying being your age now. I know I sound like I'm turning 50, but hey, you won't be that age again, won't you? Unless you are immortal.............................