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Musings on my 19th birthday
[Forgive my rather hazy account, I am tired, sleepy and not so sober from the festivities]
Yes folks. I am only 19. I turned 19 yesterday, February 9, while waiting for our food in Teriyaki Boy. I was out and about with Treish and her mom, famished after a Sandwich videoshoot (where I was supposed to wear a bikini but thought against it because it might ruin my image). After taking them home I drove around a bit, or rather, I drove around for hours -- north, south, highways, expressways -- I went on until I almost died falling asleep on the road. I didn't really know where I was going, only that I had to be somewhere at two places at the same time, an experiment in physics actually, but no big bang and I've still got my head (and other extremities) intact. Was trying to defy the accelerator pedal by going over 150 (which I cannot seem to do with my old college car) trying to see if I was still game as I was then, which I wasn't of course, I'm older, less fearless, more cautious. I went home, dried my eyes and pondered at my futile attempts at happiness and self discovery during my birthday.
I turned 19 yesterday and had my first office lunch party (because I like feeding people on my birthday, everyone else is so emanciated). That and I figured that if I had a drinking party like I always do, I'd wind up in some creek somewhere. Something about the bottle is suddenly appealing to someone who gets drunk with five martinis and one shirly temple. If you must ask I have very low tolerance for alcohol. So we had lunch -- carbonara and white meat for everyone else and bread. Rochelle and Melissa made it special though, thanks girls. Flowers, How to Think Like Leonardo da Vinci, even waffles (!! I love waffles) from Paolo. Flowers on my birthday omg, that was another life.
I turned 19 yesterday and rushed to see Bianca so she could feature A and myself in a valentine shopping spree. Too late too late. Friday traffic sucks and we got there so late we shouldn't have gone at all, only that we loved Bianca to death and we couldn't let her down even if our phones conked out on us (thanks Globe). Reconciliation, hope, love, and a big yellow stuff toy for the FHM chic who liked red balloons.
Went shopping for my 19th birthday as well. I know, I'm a horrible shopper because I never know what I really want and I take forever to try to figure things out, making hard for everyone else who goes with me. Every start of the year I go about looking for the perfect bag for this year and I found it in Zara -- big, creamy, expandable -- it looked and felt as if I was going somewhere far all the time and I had taken all my possessions with me. Cecile wrote something earlier about bag ladies, or rather, the anti-baglady, the girl with the small purse, saying that we should be wary of women with small bags because they are boring and square. Women with larger-than-life bags, I think, are keepers of tricks, secrets, empires, little canned goods.
I got home late for my 19th birthday. Late late late. My parents were asleep already and the cake has melted inside the fridge. Strawberry cheesecake omg. Well we did some (a lot) of cake blowing, so it was all good, all good. I waited for my sister to turn up and we sang happy songs and hugged and it was my birthday in reverse, and then no more. If this is my last year at home, then I will always cherish that last one, where I had just one candle and so much love from my family.
And then, to punctuate my 19th birthday, yes, music, lights, the works. It was beautiful. It was very beautiful.
[Forgive my rather hazy account, I am tired, sleepy and not so sober from the festivities]
Yes folks. I am only 19. I turned 19 yesterday, February 9, while waiting for our food in Teriyaki Boy. I was out and about with Treish and her mom, famished after a Sandwich videoshoot (where I was supposed to wear a bikini but thought against it because it might ruin my image). After taking them home I drove around a bit, or rather, I drove around for hours -- north, south, highways, expressways -- I went on until I almost died falling asleep on the road. I didn't really know where I was going, only that I had to be somewhere at two places at the same time, an experiment in physics actually, but no big bang and I've still got my head (and other extremities) intact. Was trying to defy the accelerator pedal by going over 150 (which I cannot seem to do with my old college car) trying to see if I was still game as I was then, which I wasn't of course, I'm older, less fearless, more cautious. I went home, dried my eyes and pondered at my futile attempts at happiness and self discovery during my birthday.
I turned 19 yesterday and had my first office lunch party (because I like feeding people on my birthday, everyone else is so emanciated). That and I figured that if I had a drinking party like I always do, I'd wind up in some creek somewhere. Something about the bottle is suddenly appealing to someone who gets drunk with five martinis and one shirly temple. If you must ask I have very low tolerance for alcohol. So we had lunch -- carbonara and white meat for everyone else and bread. Rochelle and Melissa made it special though, thanks girls. Flowers, How to Think Like Leonardo da Vinci, even waffles (!! I love waffles) from Paolo. Flowers on my birthday omg, that was another life.
I turned 19 yesterday and rushed to see Bianca so she could feature A and myself in a valentine shopping spree. Too late too late. Friday traffic sucks and we got there so late we shouldn't have gone at all, only that we loved Bianca to death and we couldn't let her down even if our phones conked out on us (thanks Globe). Reconciliation, hope, love, and a big yellow stuff toy for the FHM chic who liked red balloons.
Went shopping for my 19th birthday as well. I know, I'm a horrible shopper because I never know what I really want and I take forever to try to figure things out, making hard for everyone else who goes with me. Every start of the year I go about looking for the perfect bag for this year and I found it in Zara -- big, creamy, expandable -- it looked and felt as if I was going somewhere far all the time and I had taken all my possessions with me. Cecile wrote something earlier about bag ladies, or rather, the anti-baglady, the girl with the small purse, saying that we should be wary of women with small bags because they are boring and square. Women with larger-than-life bags, I think, are keepers of tricks, secrets, empires, little canned goods.
I got home late for my 19th birthday. Late late late. My parents were asleep already and the cake has melted inside the fridge. Strawberry cheesecake omg. Well we did some (a lot) of cake blowing, so it was all good, all good. I waited for my sister to turn up and we sang happy songs and hugged and it was my birthday in reverse, and then no more. If this is my last year at home, then I will always cherish that last one, where I had just one candle and so much love from my family.
And then, to punctuate my 19th birthday, yes, music, lights, the works. It was beautiful. It was very beautiful.