I know it's kinda late but...happy birthday!

What happens when you turn 24? Ummh..let me see. You wake in the morning as if nothing happened the night before (whoa! it's not what you think). You turn on the radio and you hear Nine in the Afternoon. You come to work on a Sunday and your crush greeted you with a birthday song. Now that's what you call an almost perfect day, but wait till you read this...

...Your stats is not looking good, you've been in the bottom for almost two weeks, and if this is American Idol you will probably have a lot of chances to be voted off. Next, your two annoying colleagues are getting in your nerves for two different reasons. Lastly, you found out that your crush is a real player. Yes, all the assumptions you have in your head is true. He's a real pro. He plays on stage, in bed or in Sunken Garden. It's gone baby, gone! The love is gone! Oh, wait did he just sing Happy Birthday?

It's one hell of a rollercoaster birthday week. The rise and fall of emotions is making me throw-up. I thought the enigma of being 23 is over, but it seems that the Fates has their way of weaving the thread of bad luck and make my quarter-life crisis situation even worse. I guess when you grow older, life continues to give you different kinds of blows to prepare you for the next challenge ahead. No matter how cliche this may sound, I guess I need to do something for myself. I need a major life make-over.

At 24, I'm surrounded by frequent domestic bills and dramas, by emails of hard-to-please customers, by colleagues with overflowing libido, by deafening hardcore music, and by clouds of second-hand smoke.

NOW LET ME GO TO REHAB.

As I face an impending unemployement, a slight nicotine addiction, and a partial hearing loss, I'm telling myself that I'm gonna get through this and get my 30-day free trial of FWB - FCUK With Benefits. Hey! That's a CLOTHING LINE!

I guess people expect a lot from you after you graduation. It's been three years and I don't know if I still live up to the Cinderella chart we had in Paulthenics. The real world indeed sucks, that's all I can say.

Actually, I was thinking about going back to school. The corporate world is making me old and I guess it's good to go back to what used to be simple. The real world doesn't seem to appreciate me. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Maybe this is not for me. Maybe this is not the thing that I should be doing. I think I should take a short divorce from all of this so I could think about what I really want.

Before I end this piece, I just want to thank the people who greeted me on that day. Anne, Crizzy, Vera, Doris, Joy, Sae, Ron, Dah, Jem, Sir Maynard Tamayo, Rizza, Crystal, Gem, Tin, Mackoy, Lei, Maloi and Melvin. If I forgot to mention somebody, I'm sorry. This is just a sign that I'm getting old and this might be due to short-term memory loss. Oh wait...yes I almost forgot. To the one who sang me a birthday song, thank you. You almost made my day, it's just sad that you broke my heart the next day.