I did not know that...

Facebook came with a sense of irony.

On the little sidebar on the right hand side of the screen, where it says who you should add on your list it suggested to me that I add my ex as a friend on Facebook, because apparently we still have 22 friends in common.

I don't know if you can tweak the account settings to fix that kind of thing!

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It's that time of year

I want you to remember me pretty.
Sans make up and with my hair down.
Smiling
For no reason at all.

If you see me... human
With my fears and anger running down my cheeks
It would ruin the memory
Of a perfectly good face.

So remember me
Pretty.

Getting older and all that

It's been a while.

But what better time to make a reappearance than when I'm supposed to be studying?

I have a birthday coming up and that's got me to thinking about where I am at this point in my life etc etc.

When I was 8 years old, I was pretty certain that by 25 I would be married and have at least one kid. It was what my mother did and therefore it was good enough for me. This was before I discovered I did not like children.

When I was about 15, I wanted to be a hot-shot professional making tonnes of money and living the good life sans husband and kids. Never realised that knowing what you wanted to do and then being good at it was part of the criteria of being a hot-shot.

By 20, I wanted to stay young forever and never get a job unless it involved loads of travel to exotic foreign lands. A year later I got a PR job that took me to Delhi, Chennai and let us not forget, Baroda.

Ah well.

A few weeks short of 25, I know nothing worked out as I planned it.

So my new plan is to have no plans unless it involves deciding tomorrow's lunch.

The next 25 years (or however long I last) is going to be a series of menus.