I’m officially 26 now. And there is no way of lying about still being 25 anymore. I might even see that one tiny extra wrinkle on my right eye if I looked closer. But of course I’m never going to do that. Why look closer to find that wrinkle when I know very well that IF I do see it, I’m only gonna get more depressed than I actually am.
Actually, turning 26 isn’t all that bad as I make it to be. I’m just over-dramatizing the whole thing as usual.
It’s just like how getting an injection to cure that rashes is not all that bad, but some people actually scale the walls before finally being caught, held down and getting jabbed in the ass. It last for like what….a mere 2 seconds, and then it’s over, but people still scream, holler and try to kick the needle out of the doc’s hand before accepting the fact that they need that jab to make them better.
So I’m kindda guessing I’m like that. Scream, fight, cry, moan, make a whole lotta fuss about turning 26 when actually, I seriously don’t mind being 26 (okay b, you can slap me now).
Which also explains why I am always stressing on the fact that I hate football, and that it is just a stupid game that men watch, and how illogical the game is, and how I can go on and on bitching about the game with the girls when in all honesty, I actually secretly crawl out of bed in the middle of the night, just to watch a game!
It’s like as if I wanna prove to the world that I AM girly-girl-girl and not the tomboy that the boyfriend thinks I am, so since most girly-girl-girls don’t understand the football world, why don’t I just pretend to hey, I hate football as well! Isnt’ that like totally frost!
Turning 26 has really opened up my eyes to different things. Yes, some of you might be thinking, how can that be? After all, age is just a number, ain’t it? I guess in a way it is, but in other ways, age can mean a whole lot more than being just a number.
Being 26 has brought life into my life. I have reached this certain invisible level where I start taking things a little more seriously than before.
Job responsibility. I’ve never been as dedicated in a job as I am now. I’m working Saturday midnights, sometimes even on Sundays, just to meet deadlines and make sure that proposal looks great. I never was like that! Before, to me, weekends were my OWN personal time. If they want to have a meeting on a Saturday, they can go fuck off. I wouldn’t give a damn.
Relationships. I used to just jump from one to another. Get sick of this one, get out lah. Get bored of the next one, find new one lah. It’s always been like that. But now, I’m actually putting in an effort and wanting things to work out. Maybe I’ve found the right guy. Maybe I’m tired of going in and out of relationships. Maybe I’m finally ready to settle down (ok, girlfriends, don’t faint on me now).
I’m even begining to look at properties, thinking of investing in some with the boyfriend, thinking of moving in together, thinking of actually exchanging vows in church (oh gosh, I think I’m gonna faint!).
Though being 26 has brought life to my life, it has also caused death in some other areas of my life.
Vanity. I used to spend at least 40 minutes in front of the mirror, just working on my make-up! Making sure that mascara doesn’t clump, that the eye-colour was the exact match of what I was wearing, that the liner was one shade deeper than the lip-colour, that there were no visible spots where I might have forgotten to conceal! Oh, the horror of not concealing a spot! And the clothes I wear….my goodness. Colour coordinated with my shoes and bag. That it doesn’t make me look too fat, or too flat, or too shapeless, or too distorted, or too whatever. But today, I only need 10 minutes tops to prepare for work. And the only colour I put on my face - brown for the eyebrows. That’s it. Clothes…..*sigh*….don’t even go there. I wear whatver I can grab from the wardrobe.
Partying. Real bone-crushing, 6-thousand-feet-drop death to this one. Gone were the wild nights of partying till wee hours of the morning. Hello to early nights of cuddling in front of the TV. Gone were the fantastic boozing and dancing. Hello to wedding dinners and small family gatherings. Gone were crazy birthday parties and celebrations. Hello to baby showers and MORE baby showers! *Sigh*
See how ironic life can be? The whole circle of Life & Death.
I’ve finally turned 26…
the BIRTH of a brand new year and more good things to come my way (hopefully)
and DEATH to, "Hell no, I’m ONLY 25!"
