goodbye twenties

spent a nice quiet birthday with husband weng last night. seemed only right, after the rowdy, boisterous singing and dancing and drinking and magic performances and unbridled talks about history and poetry and sex, last sunday, which kept us up all night and until around 6 am the following day, monday, my birthday. but it really was a lot of fun. i was genuinely surprised by the surprise party. and touched, by those who arranged it. it was great seeing everybody at a drinking table again. seems like we all degenerate a little, or a lot, when we get together. just like the old times indeed.

in fact, the house seemed much too eerily quiet, last night, after the party of the night before, that's why husband weng and i decided to go out, despite the drizzle. we walked down tomas morato street, chose a small chinese restaurant, and ordered birthday noodles. after dinner we went to our favorite corner cafe, libreria, this time dressed more decently, not at all looking like we usually do on those many nights we hang out in that same corner to hide, while we smoke. the cafe attendants and the seven-eleven people were a bit surprised to see us so well-dressed. funny. and, all in all, a nice way to end the day.

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so, today is the first day of my last year as a twenty-something year old person. does it matter? no, it doesn't. makes no difference. funny, this whole year i've been telling people i'm thiry. di pa pala. i was twenty-eight lang, nung october 9. but, as i said, it doesn't really matter. what i am going through right now is very very much similar to what i went through seven years ago. i feel like i took a major backslide. if this happens every seven years, can't be that bad. kayang kaya. but, as i told drunk and dazed friends, when they weren't listening, last sunday, i am going to change all that now.

i am wondering if it is too late to be a believer.

ok naman si lord a, si jesus. he's not a bad person/entity to start believing in again. gogo (or, father clyde, as he likes to be called by those who don't know him any better)would be glad. he might even start thinking of my impending conversion as his doing. if only he knew.

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thanks again to everyone who remembered and dropped me a line. to those who didn't make it to the drinking session last sunday, we'll arrange another one soon as i'm able to.