I deliberately forgot to blog or mention about my bloody birthday, if you know what i mean.
It's not that i don't want to celebrate this supposedly important day because i do, but when people began asking how old I've become, I just felt like wringing the neck of the person who remembered and announced it's my birthday.
I am talking about people at work.
Two weeks ago, I had my xxth birthday.
Of course, the office birthday cake and and the usual question, followed by disbelief, surprise and amazement from people thinking that I am only in my early twenties or even younger.
Telling them my true age (which is 27) is useless for they surely would not believe it.
Is it being a sin to be so youthful looking at this age?
A shameless vanity, so to speak!
So this time, I just let them guess how old I am this year (especially those who were not around last time) and their guess is good and true enough for them. I am only 23 :) Yes, for them!
So I won't tell you how old I am in terms of years, months and days, hours, minutes, etc in this world because even if I tell you a hundred times, you would not believe it.... for the truth is,
I look and feel like five years younger than my earthly age.
Me and my friends who are really youthful looking and acting, believe that we are really AGELESS BITCHES. We have conquered the laws of ageing, the laws of nature! By digressing instead of progressing into old old age.... I wish....
I don't really know. It could be genetic.
A combination of lifesytle, attitude, philosophy in life. Whatever. All I really care is that I feel healthy and I am enjoying life the best I could.
I think that is what is more important ... than this number of years we call AGE which we sometimes use to judge, discriminate and classify human beings into!
Yes Virginia, 27 years old is near 30, when you are classified as really really OLD!