I turn 35 today. Wow, I never thought I would be this old. I mean, 35 is an age where people get to the boring stage of their lives, they would have changed diapers for a few years, gotten deeply mired in mortgages, debts, watching pointless golf tourneys while eating tv dinners, and probably spent a fortune on whitening & slimming creams, botox, etc, etc.
And me? I am getting tired more easily (though that could be a result of lack of exercise than anything else) and more accommodating. Or maybe I am just too darn lazy to argue anymore.
I remember that a decade ago, at 25, the world was my oyster. A friend then asked, "What are you going to do if you had all the money in the world?" I thought for a while and said, "I would travel, and then give it all away." Ten years down the line, I still don't have all the money in the world, but I am glad I managed to do both, to a certain extent.
The friends I have at 35 are different from the ones I had when I was 25. But the ones who really stuck are the ones I would have for life. Some people are happy just to have one. I am blessed with three. LP, Lizzy and Bea are lifers. I guess they didn'tstand a chance, considering my irresistable charm and magnetism (Ouch! Don't kill me now girls!)
That makes me wonder what I would be like in another decade's time. I really don't know what I would be doing. What do people do at 45 anyways? Get the 7-year-itch? Have grandkids? More botox?
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