Just a few days back, I turned a year older. Not just any other year old but I was on my 18th year. According to our ever trusted wikipedia (pun intended), it is a coming of age of any Filipina Women. In simple terms, it was the borderline where childhood and being an adult met. Hello, welcome to a great big life.
For some women, they prefer having a big grand debut complete with the grand cotillion, 18 roses, candles, treasures, shots and what have you 18 somethings. There are dances, surprise numbers and a whole lot of things that could only happen in one night. As for me, I preferred making it simple and intimate.
The advantages of having a one night debut is an issue I cannot speak for myself since I didn't throw one. Yet, as an outsider looking from where my sight leads me, it is a night of being served. It's all about you and nothing else. For one night you get to wear the best dress, sit in a high throne above everyone else and think that you are really in control. I'd beg to disagree.
On the contrary, a birthday is a birthday. Just a day intended to celebrate thank the Lord for a great life. An art professor from the university that I am admitted to said that it's useless spending a lot on a night. "Parang weird nga," she added. Perhaps right, it is a memory for one night but the true test of being mature lies beyond what your party music tells you to do.
I may not have had my grand debut with my guests wearing long dresses and thick make-up underneath their faces but I had the best day of my life sharing it with the people who has stood through me for better or worse. I'm happy my life has been simple as it has even been. No fancies, just plain love. Isn't that a hard basis to say that I'm legal?
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