December 13, 2010
8:03 PM
Dear Journal, I have something to tell you today which has been bothering me for quite some time. Today is December 13, 2010 and if you love me, you know what I am going to tell you about since you know so much about me. Anyhow, if you are wondering what news has the “Drama Queen” come up with, here it goes.
I feel like I am an alien at times who has come down from Mars in a huge spaceship and is E.T.’s sister, but the sad part here is, my birth certificate says that I was born on 14th December, 5:14AM. My mommy says I was difficult during birth and was the naughtiest child from my family. Biting, scratching and beating up the cousins who loved me and came over to ‘play’ with me. Poor cousins. With every passing birthday, I grew wilder, naughtier and what not! Birthdays always fascinated me. Not other people’s birthdays but MY birthdays. I adored being the center of attention in my birthday cap with a knife on my hand cutting the cake with smiling faces surrounding me. Not to forget my second favorite part of birthdays- cake came first any day- presents! I never had any clue what I wanted but anything made me happy. No matter how old I was, going to school on birthdays always made me happy. Wearing my prettiest dress to school and distributing sweets to friends, getting patted by teachers and the whole school singing birthday song for you in the morning assembly.
It’s 9:51 PM and I am panicking! Oh god!
Years passed by and I entered my teens. Yes, you have zero idea on how reckless and restless I was. However, I had stopped abusing my cousins and started loving them. 13, the magical number hit me and I thought I was socially and mentally an adult. Fighting back with my parents, trying on makeup, gossiping, bitching about friends and every rowdy teenager would do. Now, since I am a self- proclaimed alien, I lived on a lie all my life. My mother told me I was born on the 12th of December and I celebrated my birthday on the 12th till I was 16. Almost half of my friends wish me on the 12th and make jokes about my birth disorder. SIGH!
Another funny thing, I celebrated my 14th birthday in B&B Hospital-Another bizarre thing happening in a drama queen’s life. I had my appendix removed and was admitted in the hospital where I cut a sweet pudding cake and apple juice with my sister and my parents. I will always cherish memories from that birthday. Forever.
10:30 PM- 1 and half an hour to go!
I was an overgrown baby with pent up energy. I still am. Oh yes, who would know me better than you? I had abnormal hormones. I loved every boy who looked cute, fell in love more than a dozen times and read books on finding my soul mate. I feel so stupid writing this now! Haha! But Bahaha I will just laugh it out. Like I did all my life-laugh at something-anything- everything. One thing I remember clearly is the day I got my periods. I know this is a taboo subject to talk about but hey, that happens to every teenager doesn’t it (apart from the male species)? So, when I was married to the Sun God, after the periods, I was told that I was a responsible and had turned into an adult, a woman overnight. That was silly because how can I just turn into a woman overnight when I am still the same 5 foot 2 inches tall? Women are the ones who walk on the runway of the FTV not a child like me. Yes, Child. It was the word I was looking for! I was a child! I ran along with my brothers, dug my nose at times and farted out loud in front of people. Beep Beep. I just got a text from my boss at work. She said she couldn’t stay up till 12 so she is wishing me early. Sweet! Oh crap! Does that mean I am 19 already? No, OLDER? My last year of being a teenager?
11:24- OHH MYY GODD!!
Will I die soon now? I don’t want to be 19! Being 18 was like jumping off a cliff with a parachute. Turning 19 in half an hour feels like the end of the life! Will I never be able to fart in front of others? Not that I -am very fond of it! But wait up, NINETEEN? Will mature instincts kick in when I can still am a small girl, a child? Am I entering the adulthood without a single high school sweetheart like the movies? But on the second thought, why is there an ice cream called 21 Love? That obviously means I will find the love of my life when I am 21. Doesn’t it? Since it’s time, should I bid goodbye to my teenhood and say hello (a sulky one) to my adulthood? Should I have arranged a party for myself? Am I being a drama queen Ms. Journal?
You would never imagine what just happened! It’s 12:03 already! I am NINETEEN! Nothing happened! I thought there would be a poof! And I would turn from 19 to 90 year old! I still look the same. My phone is ringing but I will just finish writing this. In the crappiest of my handwriting: No way I am growing older, I am the same me and my mother would probably fall of the kitchen counter- LAUGHING of course - if I told her that I have become responsible once I am an adult. I don’t even like the word. ADULLLLLT. However, I didn’t change into a sweetheart when I turned 13 nor will I turn into a woman once I am 19. It is a process and I have molded into myself I am by now. The main thing, I am not sad that I will change my habits, NO WAY! I will remain like this evermore and fart in front of my grandchildren (Note again, I am not fond of farting but just an example you see). As for the looks, I will use the anti ageing creams and do something and remain sweet 16 forever. But for now, adios journal! Will tell you how my surprise birthday treats I am expecting form a few people went. Bye! Thank you for being there!
Xoxo
Nivida, the 19 year old poised lady!
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