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How do you prepare for your 30th birthday? It escapes me now.

I was so giddy, excited and looking forward to that day a few weeks ago and now that it is looming near and is (OMG) becoming very real, well, I am lost.

Should I buy a smashing outfit to welcome the “real” adult  in me? Like, hey, I dress up for the new me. That’s a polite thing to do, right?

Should I buy sexy lingeries now and burn all my Donald Duck and flowery pajamas with other cute cartoon characters in it?

Should I write my bucket list and start really ticking them off? I know I have one before but I don’t know where it is now. Should I add that as well? Be more organized?

Should I start behaving coyly and demurely because acting like an overaged teenager won’t suit me anymore?

Should I stop watching sappy Star Cinema movies of John Lloyd and Bea and start creating my very own story worthy to watch?

Should I purchase my own house and start paying exorbitant mortgage fee because I have to move out from my parents’ house and have a place of my own in the future?

Should I buy my own car? Or if it is too expensive at least start pumping gas using my own money and stop trying to trick Dad and Mom to always fill up the tank and then use the car when they are not looking?

Should I start adding a new dish to the only three meals I can cook if my life depends on it?

Should I start having my own last will and testament? Oh. That’s morbid. And what is there to leave again? Do bills count?

Should I buy my own memorial plan? Eeeee.

Should I stop baby talking to my nephews and start treating them their age? Because hey, if I am turning one year older, they must have aged as well, right? They don’t drink milk in bottles anymore the last time I checked.

Should I stop eating in McDonald’s because I am not a kid anymore and Happy Meal  with all those toys doesn’t really make me that happy, you know?

Should I enrol in a gym and really take my health seriously?

Should I stop drinking cola and eating chips because my body is aging and it might give up on me sooner than I expected?

Should I stop wearing short shorts when I do grocery shopping?

Should I stop screaming when I see Adam Levine on TV?

Should I ban myself from watching One Direction because they are just so not my age group anymore?

Should I start buying stocks and improving my financial portfolio which is really non existent as of the moment?

Should I start buying diamonds?

Should I stop wearing those shirts with funny characters on it, like those old shirts of mine with rabbits eating carrots and stuff?

Should I buy decent underwears now? Those lacy stuff? Because the last time I checked it is still my Mom buying those So-en cottony panties for me that comes in a dozen per box.

Should I start wearing really padded bras so I would not look like really malnourished “there”? There should be a point in my life when I should give up that they will eventually decide to grow, right? Does 30 sounds fair or am I giving up too fast?

Should I think of adopting a kid and smother him/her with my tender, loving care? Or if that is too much how about a pet? A bird perhaps? They don’t die that fast when you forget to feed them for days right?

Should I start learning how to iron my clothes? Or maybe folding my clothes first and really stacking them neatly in my cabinet?

Should I start wearing proper make-up instead of that lowly lip gloss I got from Beauty Bar I got 3 years ago which is still not finished until now?

Should I buy more heels and less flats?

Should I start playing in the Casino? That’s what adults do right?

Should I start finally making my bed in the morning and really keeping my promise to do it?

Should I stop Facebooking and reading gossips and chikas about other people’s lives?

Should I stop taking naps and start doing more productive things like uhmmmm… what is productive again?

Should I start buying eye cream because wrinkles might come knocking earlier than I expect them? But how come I still get pimples? Does it mean my body still thinks it is in its puberty stage? That would be a relief if that’s the case, you know.

Should I eat more fruits and vegetables and less of those kikiam and squid balls and drinking their super amazing sauce?

Should I go and have my first OB gyne visit? Oh no. That’s scary.

Should I still tell my parents about my crushes or is it too childish now?

Should I still tell them that so and so kissed me for this number of minutes or so and so never dared attempted to even hold my hands on our second date?

Should I stop roaming around and just stay put in one place, establish roots and live my life like a responsible individual?

Should I visit and kiss my grandparents more?

Should I be smarter now when it comes to giving my heart away?

Should I be more meditative and more in control of my inner peace?

I really don’t know. I am lost.

Can you help me? Or should I start deciding things on my own now?

Tell me. Time is ticking off, you know.

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