i'm still twenny two and irritable

I have exactly 29 minutes to start and finish this entry before I finally say goodbye to, erm, another year. Hah.

I do know I have to grow up soon, like, in 27 minutes because I can't get away with childlike-ness anymore. There are things one has got to stop doing at my age. I mean, people get my opinion for weddings. I don't think they'd appreciate a Hannah Montana rock star theme.

Last weekend was spent at a bridal fair and it took all my grown-up-acting powers to convince couples that I can help make their wedding byutipool. Whaduyuknow, I'm not in sales but I did close deals. This got me thinking and I realized, hey, I'm in the wedding industry. I can revolutionize it! Bwahahaha!

But that's not my story.

When you're young and you have a bright future ahead of you, the least of your concerns is reasoning out with older people, who presumably have better sense than you do. But when an old geezer gives you the evil eye for not understanding your answer to his question, your blood boils and you try to be calm but can't help but give him the you-have-got-to-be-the-world's-oldest-moron. Naturally, he'd think you were being disrespectful. Well I think respect is earned. Buffoons who don't understand simple instructions should be outlawed from wedding fairs. This is supposed to be a happy place, bitter old man.

That's out. Whew. Been bottling that up for five days now.

Ohkaaaay. Me in the wedding industry. Coolness. If I had my way, I'd tell everyone who wants to get married to think twice before walking down the aisle. You won't believe the types of people you meet at bridal fairs.

a) the This Is My Parents' Wedding couple. Either momma or daddy foots the bill that they get to decide on motif and floral arrangements or we've got uberly obedient kids. Sometimes, I want to bang the couple's heads and say, this is not your mom's weddddding!!!

b) the May I Browse Your Packages So I Can Secretly Haggle With The Other Caterer. It's the oldest trick in the book. As if caterers will bid over just one wedding. Please.

c) the Oh My Goodness Free Food type. Gather all your family members for a reunion to someone's food tasting event. That helps.

Waaah! Eight minutes. I don't mean to sound rude or mean (well, fine, maybe I do a little) so I'm cutting this short even when I have plenty other things to say. Hay. In seven minutes, I will cease to be this way. I will be kinder and peaceful. And more understanding. Six minutes. Perhaps get a new set of wardrobe and re-market myself, haha. I'm taking the whole month off work and re-align my goals and aspirations. Five minutes. Stay a couple of days or so in Sagada (finally!) to breathe in clean air and get away from all these aging situations. Four minutes. I'm a lousy typist. Soooo bagal. For the record, I will still look forward to Camp Rock and other Disney Channel Original movies. Three minutes. I think 23 is a good number. I'm still hoping I'd retire by 25 so I can see the Lord already. Two minutes. Maybe I'll take writing courses and singing lessons. Who knows? Maybe I can still sing for Disney. Harhar. One minute. Homaygahd! This is it pansit. No turning back. Everyday with you Lord is sweeter than the day before. Thank you for another year. Thank you for everything. Forever I will sing, forever I will be with You.

Yey me! happy THE XARIS day.