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Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Renaissance Age

I am at the twilight of my teenage life. In exactly a week, I will finally be accurately classified as, "some guy in his 20's," if ever a description of me would be needed on a certain witness report. Haha. Contemplating on them, my teen years were really everything Simple Plan and all those other trashy emo rock bands sing-whine they are. A time of rebellion, discovery, anxiety, hormonal outrages, and making lots and lots of mistakes. It was fun and I can safely say, to keep in theme with all 'em "your subtlties... strangle me..." songs, that I wouldn't want to change a thing.

So here we are. I'm about to enter what they (nope, not the emo rock bands this time) call the defining moment of life. The time when you find out who you are exactly and what you want to do with your life. The time you start making something of yourself. The time you first work, you first live alone, and who knows, the time you settle down. Well, what do I think of what they say? Bollocks. I remember a birthday letter my Ate Pam gave me when I turned 15 or 16, it read, "You're 16 now and you're probably surprised and wondering why you haven't really gotten life quite figured out. That's fine. I'm 23 and I still haven't got a clue." Hahaha. Truth is, I think in a decade, by the time I'm 30 (yeesh, perish the thought), I may have a job, a family and the whole shebang, but I'm pretty sure I STILL won't have life quite figured out.

You learn that when you're through.

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ANYWAY. On to the selfish stuff. For any of you who are planning on getting me anything for my birthday, I only want two things.

1) CA$H (ANY amount will do. Kahit P100 lang!)
2) A video game console (PS3? Xbox 360?)

But preferrebly, number one.

Why? There are a number of reasons. But mainly because I'm saving up for the future. (Really, I am) Be it my life after college, my next visit to Phoenix (and the one after that), or just my expenditures everyday. My internship over the summer probably won't pay me so that's gonna hurt me even more. (Plus, G's gonna be here next week. I'll need some extra moola. Hehehe.)

Number two? I just need something to pass the time. Seriously. Hahaha.

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Anyway, I'm really, really excited about next week. I think it's going to be the best birthday I'll ever have so far, even though I DO turn a new decade.


the adventure ended at 10:21 PM

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