I was stalking my latest celebrity crush Leonardo Nam today (oh that Aussie accent! *swoon*) and I came across his age (29). I thought to myself, "oh he's almost 30, much too old for me..." And then I realized that he is ONLY 2 years older than me! I was reminded once again that I am at the ripe old age of 27.

27 is the new 40. I've seriously crossed the threshold to being "old". 25 and 26 were awkward years also...but at least it was still "mid-20s" and had somewhat of a youthful ring to it. 27 is the "I'm mature and settling down" age. I should be getting married, have a stable career, and drink wine with my girlfriends on weekends. Not to say that I feel pressured to do those things, because I really don't haha. It's just that the age of 27 comes with those perceptions which ultimately mean OLD. And according to how long I've been alive, that's what I am. Old. I still think I'm 26 a lot of the times. At least, that's what I write when I fill out forms. I guess I am subconsciously in denial.

HAHA

We have a photo directory at work, and my boss just caught me checking out the agents, HAHA. I think it's because I closed the windows so quickly when I saw him standing behind me out of the corner of my eye. I look back at him and he goes, "Looking for your next husband?" hahaha and then he mocks me, "My favorite agent is...."  So embarassing but so funny at the same time. Fiona and Christina, I'm sure you can guess who I was looking at haha. Oh by the way, he smiled at me yesterday, but I think I just looked away. Or dogged him. Cuz that's how smooth I am.