It's true, I was born.

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to my birthday entry. I don’t have a ton to say but I thought it would be nice to commemorate the day by writing. I turned 24 today, which is a number I like because it is the number of hours in the day. I’m one of those people that loves getting older for whatever reason so I’m pretty cool with the whole birthday business. I celebrated today by taking myself out and about post-work. I liked the idea of a solitary birthday of self indulgence and self focus. I was going to go to a movie but there wasn’t anything showing that I really wanted to see so I didn’t. Instead I loitered in a bookstore that has a little English section. You all know I can’t be in a bookstore and leave empty handed so I treated myself to a few books and then spent some time wandering the streets. Street wandering is basically the Asha equivalent of meditation in that it’s when I both think and don’t think best. One of the sweet things about doing stuff alone is that you can be totally indecisive and not feel bad about it at all. So I couldn’t decide for a long time where to sit down and write this and the place I finally picked is actually closing soon so it wasn’t the best choice but whatever. It’s my birthday :D

To back track (doing stuff in order? Pah!) I started out my day getting up early so that I could wash my hair , which I took out last night (which took long enough that I had enough time to watch the Bourne Ultimatum, Milk, which are both great movies, and a couple of episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which is a show I have just started to get into, more than a decade after it started air, because I always like things way after they are popular). I wanted to start a new age feeling very clean (any my hair had been twisted for six weeks, so, not so clean). It was lucky because I caught my dear brothers online and got to chat with them for a bit. Work was pretty normal. The only notable event was when one of my Korean coworkers came over with a piece of paper and said “Your childhood.” On the paper was a picture that someone had used in one of the writing books of a little black girl with an afro and a head band holding it back. It was both hilarious and random. Also, I got invited to one of the managers’ wedding. That’ll be interesting. Korean weddings are apparently really short and don’t have a reception in the sense that I am familiar with. After the wedding, everyone eats in the sort of cafeteria place in the wedding hall with all the guest s from all of the other weddings happening in the hall. Pretty different, eh?

So there you have it. My quiet, reflective birthday. I’m having a dinner followed by dancing on Saturday, so don’t worry – there will definitely be a proper celebration as well. Going to be hitting up an Indian restaurant I’ve heard good things about. I’m also going to get an ice cream cake. Mmmmm.

So I’ve arrived home and on my way I discovered that Thursday night must be official pee on the street time because I saw three dudes doing it, two of whom decided to relieve themselves right on the main road as if it was the most normal thing in the world. It’s not even midnight!

Anyway, as I sit in my first ever bachelorette pad, I look back on the last twenty four years and think, Not bad. Not bad at all.

Love,
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