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I initially wanted to call this 27 and loving it…but I decided to go for 27 and living it, because that is exactly what I am doing

27 is a confusing age…There are times when I feel so old, like I have lived out my whole life…and there are times when I feel like I have not lived  enough, or that I have not lived at all….

Interestingly, you start looking back and feeling dramatic.  You  suppress feelings of sadness by drowning yourself in your work and hiding in the shadows of a successful career.  You work and work until your head hurts and are too tired to think or feel. 

It’s payday and you realize, you can actually afford a lot of things that could keep you temporarily happy… a body massage, several shots of baileys, a new two-piece, or if you get desperate, maybe even a day or two in a hotel or resort…

And then, pop comes out an image of a younger you from 8 years back, having nothing else but 40 pesos in a worn-out pair of shorts, squatting like an Indian near the UP oblation area, having the time of her life….

For one brief, tiny moment, you wish there was a backdoor to time so that for just even a millisecond, you could go back to that exact time and day from 8 years back……