The easy feeling of being with Chinese friends (who speak a few words of English) in a two-day trip to Indonesia. That even though there are awkward moments when they could not understand my English, and there are times that they could not translate what they want to say into coherent sentences, somehow we managed to understand each other.
The strange feeling of eating charcoal barbeque in a Chinese restaurant I could not even pronounce the name of. That even though I welcomed my 25th year in the company of the Chinese friends mentioned above, and at times I vaguely understand their Mandarin, I know -- through their zhu ni sheng ri kuai le greetings -- that they wish me the best (expressed through passing mutton satay and fried banana sticks onto my plate). Language is important, but true concerns matter more.
That strange feeling of reaching 25, and not being afraid. That reaching my mid-20s is not an excuse to not do things, but the more reason to do things. Eww, there goes my pseudo philosophical analysis. Or not. All I'm trying to say is that on 13 February 2012, there's a sweeping sense of calm and assurance in me, that yes I'm 25 and I know I'm probably close to really being an 'adult'. That the big responsibility this entails do not scare me now. It's exciting to be old enough to know what I want, and go for those things. Regardless of how heartbreaking or how difficult dreams could be.
The overwhelming feeling of knowing that someone out there, aside from my family, really cares for me more than I had imagined possible. That grateful and overwhelming feeling of receiving flowers on Valentine's Day and being scared yet happy, of being excited of what's next, of simply knowing that someone out there is wearing his heart on his sleeve, for me. And that beyond the kilig comes the concern and care, and all the beautiful possibilities. That overwhelming realisation that he's always been there all this time, and I don't know what took me so long to notice, or rather, why in the world was I paying attention to the wrong one all this time. But that from here on, I know what to do.
That nostalgia of knowing that probably months ago, all these things above are not even possible. Maybe because of immaturity, of being insensitive and dense, or just preoccupied with the wrong things.
I'm 25, and this is the time to get dreams fulfilled.
That strange feeling of reaching 25, and not being afraid. That reaching my mid-20s is not an excuse to not do things, but the more reason to do things. Eww, there goes my pseudo philosophical analysis. Or not. All I'm trying to say is that on 13 February 2012, there's a sweeping sense of calm and assurance in me, that yes I'm 25 and I know I'm probably close to really being an 'adult'. That the big responsibility this entails do not scare me now. It's exciting to be old enough to know what I want, and go for those things. Regardless of how heartbreaking or how difficult dreams could be.
The overwhelming feeling of knowing that someone out there, aside from my family, really cares for me more than I had imagined possible. That grateful and overwhelming feeling of receiving flowers on Valentine's Day and being scared yet happy, of being excited of what's next, of simply knowing that someone out there is wearing his heart on his sleeve, for me. And that beyond the kilig comes the concern and care, and all the beautiful possibilities. That overwhelming realisation that he's always been there all this time, and I don't know what took me so long to notice, or rather, why in the world was I paying attention to the wrong one all this time. But that from here on, I know what to do.
That nostalgia of knowing that probably months ago, all these things above are not even possible. Maybe because of immaturity, of being insensitive and dense, or just preoccupied with the wrong things.
I'm 25, and this is the time to get dreams fulfilled.
yihee. -- kilala mo na ko. hehe
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