i should have written this almost half a month ago to celebrate my tradition of “celebrating” my bday. i hate to admit it, but another year has passed. w/c means i’ve grown another year older. w/c does not necessarily really suck that much, except for the fact that i’ve grown older.

but i’m happy i think. haha… i think. adding sarcasm to that thought of being happy that i’ve grown old. silly.

i don’t feel old anyway, although some of my friends have been telling me to grow up. i’m still the same childish Prechell. you see, i can’t force myself to act like someone that i’m not. that could have been a huge disaster, not being me anymore.

on the other hand, may be the reason why i don’t want to grow old because i’m happy seeing my parents happy seeing me like that 6-year-old little girl that i used to be. whenever i teased them that i’ll soon take home a boyfriend (or worse, a husband), they just can’t help but say “bata pa gani ka. mura pa gani ka elementary sa among panan-aw,” and then they laugh. it may be a joke, but i know and i feel that they meant it somehow.

my parents and I unknowingly share the same perspective in life. i also do not want to see them growing older each year. i just want them to stay like they are now. i just want to see them sharing the same plate every time we eat together. i just want to see them teasing each other, laughing at how each other look like. i just want them to be happy.

i know i sound already soooo melodramatic, but that’s how i so love my parents. may be, afterall, it’s not a not-so-really-good-idea just getting stucked like Peter Pan.