481 months…

11 07 2007

till my intended retirement. Or, less morbidly, 1 month till I turn 25. And then the title of this blog will be so much more appropriate. I will have another 13 months to think about what I should change the tagline to once I’m no longer 25.

I was so excited the last 11 months to be THAT much closer to 25… and now that it’s rapidly approaching, I am horrifingly anxious of it coming to pass. It feels like another wave of my personal QLC hell is coming back to haunt me… or something. What have I accomplished in the last 4 yrs 11 months? I transferred schools. I graduated in nearly record time (given the circumstances). I was successful in building my career. I’ve gained plenty of professional experience. I maintain a publicly-viewed blog that has been up for more than a year. I’ve gained some very close and special friends. I have the bestest boyfriend. I have a retirement investment. My retirement investment application wizard asked me how long I intend to use those retirement funds after retirement. It was like it was asking me, ‘when do you think you’ll croak?’

This past weekend made me feel old too. My cousin’s daughter’s 2nd birthday was held in Central Park on Saturday. She turned 2, and I’m turning 25. When I had my 2nd birthday, I fell into my cake. I still harbor some strong feelings about not being able to eat the frosting/cake off of my arm. Apparently, I was too precious of a child to do anything as low as licking cake off your hand. The day after was a massive bbq at my house. Aforementioned cousin’s daughter was also in attendance. As she was toddling around my backyard, I realized how massive the yard must have been to her. I remember how it seemed like an eternity and a week to walk across the lawn in any direction. Yet, there I was — smacking around a birdie with the boyfriend — covering previously massive distances with only a few strides.

We played for nearly 4 hrs. I have been aching, throbbing — for the last three days. I feel old. My back is stiff. My neck is stiff. My joints are sore. I crack even worse when I move. I tire easily. Incidentally, my mom was able to keep up with us — even keeping up a spirited verbal exchange with the boyfriend — for at least an hour. I remember HER as the one playing badminton for hours on end during the summer of my smaller youth.

It’s so true… years go on forever when you’re young. But those things are over seemingly in the blink of an eye the older you get. Before I know it, it will be August 11th… and I’ll be 25.


Anatomy of a super long day

11 06 2007

So. I’m back in NYC. Working that is.

First day at the new gig was today. It’s nearly 11p now, as I write this. I’ve been up (mostly) since 4a, June 11, 2007. I know, I know — I should go to bed. After all, where there is a first day, there should always be a second day — especially if the first day didn’t kill you.

It didn’t [kill me]. I loved it. Especially the part where I can still just sit and observe and not really have to DO anything yet, because I’m new, and I don’t know anything, and I can still enjoy the free time while I still have it. But I anticipate that even when I am completely lacking in free time, and I won’t always make my 621p train, therefore I won’t be going to the gym on those days — I’ll still like going.

Which is a huge contrast from the last place of employment. Great ‘stepping stone job’ — but when the commute excites you more than the destination — a problem no, an issue, is inevitable.

Back to my anatomizing (yes, I think I’m tired enough to be making up my own words).

    1. Up at 4a. Partly due to sore muscles (I did an honest workout on Saturday — I’m still paying for it), partly due to excitement of new job, partly due to the non-ACness of my room (and yet, I still buried underneath a cloth blanket).
    2. Scrambling for a first-day outfit. Intelligent people would lay things out the night before. Neurotic people change their minds 4 extra times in the morning.
    3. Due to father neuroticizing about potential lateness, arrive at train station in time for the 624a train. Waste 15 minutes at the station to catch a train that would put me in Penn a reasonable 30 min before work, instead of a whole hr and ten minutes.
    4. Doze off on the train. Slightly unable to do so due to unplanned breakfast at 4a. (New workout dictates I must eat when I haven’t eaten that particular meal regularly in 8 years)
    5. Penn at 8a. I’ve been up for 4 hrs. One of those hours spent squished into a train seat.
    6. Speedwalk to the office, so as not to be ‘that newbie chick who was late to the morning staff meeting’.
    7. Meeting.
    8. Intro stuff.
    9. Training sessions.
    10. Lunch.
    11. Training sessions.
    12. Training sessions.
    13. Out at 6p.
    14. Speedwalk back to Penn, in order to catch the 621p train. So I can go to the gym later.
    15. Miraculously catch the 621p train. I’m squished into a middle seat of a three seater. Sweat is making me stick to the faux leather seat. I’m sitting between a woman who seems to be addicted to Blow Pops and a woman who feels the need to scream into her cell phone because ‘I’VE ONLY GOT ONE BAR LEFT ON MY PHONE AND I’M NOT SURE WHAT IT MEANS!’
    16. Manage to doze off till my stop, where I wake up and realize that it’s summer torrential downpouring. Cool. I left my jacket at work and I don’t have an umbrella.
    17. Head home. Change. Head to the gym with the boyfriend. Do an unbelievable mile in 10 min (my previous records have been (set as early as this past Saturday) at the 16 minute mile).
    18. Back home. Make dinner.
    19. Watch the end of ‘Girl, Interrupted’.
    20. Feel the need to write an entry about the day’s events.

Yeah. I feel pretty winded. I’ve been awake for 19 hrs. I need to be up in 6. Cool.


20 03 2007

Yes, this is another post talking about the relationship. I commented that I seem to do everything backwards yesterday. Finding the physical comfort before the mental/emotional. I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t fall for him until two months later (it took me approximately a week, in a cute story that involves his over-friendly (and I’ll also say posessing a penchant for mauling) dog). But it just seems I’m more content with just being around him… while he does such mundane things as eating breakfast, dressing, or gargling with mouthwash. I’m more content doing that… than I am with the intimate relations. Now.

Not to say that the physical stuff isn’t grand… but I guess this is a part of growing up that it seems MOST of the population encounters in their adolescent years — and I just figured out… a few months shy of turning 25. But at least I got to experience it.

Oh yes… 2 months. And yes, there has been farting. But he’s too polite to. 😉

Not enough time!

14 03 2007

Time, time, time. Time for priorities. Time to relax. Time for friends. Time for family. Time for the significant other. Time to make a phone call. Time to send an email. Time for a long IM conversation. Time for work. Time for play. Time to network. Time to nourish. Time to sleep.

Time to let go of acquaintances. Time to let go of the past. Time to reminisce. Time to think about how exhausted you are and how you have no time to do all the other things you need or want to do.

Time to think about the future. Time to measure time. Time that you don’t have enough of.

Time for time.


6 03 2007

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2006 – review.

31 12 2006

How can I do a review of 2006 if 25cents has only been live for a little over 6 months? I can and I will. I’ll take snippets from my other blogs. See what a rollercoaster 2006 has been for me. I’ve still got a bit over 2.5 hrs before 2007 to finish this one up.


  1. I GOT IT! I GOT IT! well. This IS a good weekend. =)
  2. i guess they never imagined they’d be paying their intern *this* much money.
  3. im so grr and argh and quiet and mousy and pathetic and bitchy and agh and ugh all at once.

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28 12 2006

Somewhere in the discussion in Psych of Attraction, the subject of value came up. Someone stated survival and replication value (makes it sound so businessy, doesn’t it?). What about the quest to seek value in our lives (post-college age)… whether it be short term or long term?

Is it one’s career? Success? Social value? Biological value (ties into replication)?

Personally, I seek success over anything else in the short term. I do not need a man to complete this. Friends are also of value to me, as is my sanity (ha). Career success, financial success… sure, if/when I get married (which is not something at the forefront of my mind) — financial success of the man does play a part. But it’s not my focus right now.

I go for personal independence first and foremost. Long term is an issue, but not as pressing as the short.