Repost: 30, 40 something and single… YEBA!

(I started maintaining my first ever serious blog in Friendster. I got tired of it... perhaps, too much happenings back then. Will be reposting my favorite entries once in a while. Here's the first.)
August 2006

I was not afraid to die single. I had planned out my life — I was, actually, excited to live it. It would be filled with fun, adventure, fireworks, and laugther.

I was 23 then when I have come to terms with the prospects of living by myself, for myself. I would pack my bags, leave Pinas, and go straight to the US. The plan was to study for at least two months, borrow money for the CPA board exams there, get a job… and yes… find a boyfriend.

If things would go well, I should be married by age 25! If not, I would not get married anymore… Considering the time frame, the latter was more bound to happen.

No problem… New Yawk was there to be conquered. Frank Sinatra once said, “If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere. It’s up to you. New York! New York! Tantantananan”. And I thought, this was the best way to celebrate a lifetime of singlehood.

For sure, I would have a successful career. I am harworking, patient, smart and single. A married woman with kids would not have the luxury of time and energy to join the rat race in the corporate world. True… there are many wives and mothers who have superb careers and happy families all at the same time, but they are the superwomen of the world and I salute them for that. They have big brains, high EQs and super healthy bodies. I am part of the average population — I simply can’t juggle two huge things at the same time.

For sure, I would have lots of money. And they would be more than enough for my parents to grow old in style. By the time I hit 50, I would travel around the world and visit the Philippines every year — giving dollars to my nephews and nieces and shopping to death.

For sure, I would have an apartment with a nice bed and cute kitchen. My OWN rules! Nothing beats that. No one to fight with, no one to think about. Everything in it would be because of me.

For sure, I would have Gucci bags, Manolo Blahnik shoes, Banana Republic clothes, etc. Where else should all of the money I earn go?

For sure, I would date a lot. (wink)

For sure, I would have girlfriends who rock… so I could never lose myself in all the material things I would have. In a city filled with different kinds of people, I know I was bound to find at least one soul who would spare me from all of the brouhaha that would get me out of my wits once in a while.

Everything I said, I wanted to happen. It was more of a direction rather than a dream. I knew then that even if single, I would have the time of my life.

But then, he came… so I had to revise the plan. =)

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