Frivolities v. 345

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Okay, birth month. In a couple of days I’ll be a 25-year-old who lives in her parents’ house and avoids heavy EDSA traffic like the plague and contemplates on studying again and finding a better place in the world. The requisite birthday drama postponed to next month — senti at the Marina Bay Sands viewing deck sounds, hmm, more glamorous. “I’m 25 and yet…” mini-speeches reserved for J, D, B, and first-time travel companions. Mental notes:

  • Working on the office on the 22nd, a deviation from past birthdays spent running around like an idiot at the WTC, ogling girls and brand-new cars.
  • Our Aug Bora tickets are our 2nd set of unused tickets this year. What invisible hand forces us to book flights even if our sked and ATM balance are vehemently against it?
  • Three-day training at some hotel (People Handling Skills, which has a sinister spin to it) before flying to SG in Sept. Also seriously contemplating on getting a Galaxy Tab for the e-books furnished by the boss. Gadgets: the more potentially useful they are, the sexier they become. I hope we get intimate soon.
  • Serious Book Space Issues Indicator #72: a tall pile on my office desk. Sell? Give some away? Arrange them into a bed? Stop buying books for at least a month? Managed to finish (ed) Toni Morrison’s Burn This Book and Chinua Achebe’s Girls At War And Other Stories this week. My batting average’s improving.
  • People get married, give birth, study abroad, or write books before they turn 25. Me? I wear metal braces for my forever-at-war teeth. It has gotten better after the mind-numbing week of soft diet, but I’m not sure what kissing is like now.
  • In case the deities of birthday wishes are listening, I want a Galaxy Tab, a box of Parisian macarons, a medium, long-handle Planetes (who says we can’t get specific?), a nice moleskin, and time with J. Are 25th birthdays supposed to be celebrated, like the 1st, 7th, 18th? I remember my mother throwing me parties on my 6th (clown, magic show, swag bags) and 17th (lunch with wait staff, nth-degree relatives), which shows how impeccable her timing is.
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6 comments on “Frivolities v. 345

  1. Happy birthday, Pasky! Don’t measure yourself against Justin Bieber, like I do, and turning 25 might actually be bearable. Have a spectacular celebration. Miss you!

  2. Thanks, Tinsy! I kind of welcome the thought, too — 25, a year older, hopefully wiser, more content. Same old story every year haha. Are you back in the Phil?

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