young modern.

I turned 25 in the shower. I suppose that's a good thing. I sort of did it on purpose, to symbolize renewal. And also because I didn't want to begin the next quarter of my life looking like shit and covered in paint and polystyrene.

The puppet is a beauty. I'll be working on her some more today.

Anyway, I wrote this yesterday i think:

It's a few days before I hit 25, and already I've got birthday greetings pouring in. Starting with my workmates.

They surprised us with a cake during our last meeting. Awwww. I was a happy girl. :-)

And on Thursday I turn a quarter of a century old. I never imagined myself to be 25. When I was a little girl, I couldn't wait to be 17. It seemed the perfect age. Everyone in Archie Comics was 17. My favorite New Kid on the Block was 17. All the character in teen movies were 17. My favorite magazine was Seventeen. I thought 17 was the be-all and end-all age, the apex of life, where I would be able to wear bikinis, go to cool places, and have boyfriends.

Thus, I never really dreamed past 17. 18 seemed a foreign, and alien world to me, a far-off planet untouched by Ala-kind. 25 seemed even more far-out.

Well, 17 didn't turn out to be the apex of my human development. I actually don't really want to be a teenager ever again. It's a stressful time. You think you're all that and you know everything. You have so much drive and energy that you waste on whinge-ing and tambay (hanging out).

I rather like being in my twenties. I'm old enough for my parents to actually take my decisions seriously. I don't break out as often. I've found a hairstyle I like, and I dress the way I want. I know what kind of friends I want to have. I don't feel like I have to be drunk every weekend. I like responsibility. I feel like a woman (no, I know I'm a woman), and it's not in the length of my hair, or the clothes I wear. I don't hate things just because it's cool to hate it. I can talk to my parents like an adult talking to another adult. I have some of my own money to spend, and my own savings.

So... it's nice being in my twenties (and in my mid-twenties by Thursday).

What do I want for my birthday? Black boots, a new iPod, and all my dearest friends and family surrounding me in a warm nest of looove and affection ;-) Hahaha!