No, no soy mexicana, sino filipina.

Pero me gustan las margaritas.

(Translation: No, I'm not Mexican; I'm Filipina. But I do like margaritas.)

Some updates: #19 Learn CPR -- check! I now know what to do if you're choking or if your heart stops working. Though I hope I never have to use it because a) did you know you have to take off every piece of clothing on the person's upper body before performing CPR? Invasive, much? And b) well it's always nice when people stay healthy.

In all seriousness, I learned a lot of very useful information. I recommend taking a class.

I'm still working on mi espanol, trying to do at least a chapter a day, but honestly it doesn't feel like enough. I missed a free Spanish conversation class at the public library today because of a work event. Though in my defense, I had a margarita, which is Spanish, si?

I will know how to save your life by the end of April

#19: Learn CPR.

Could it have been a mere case of serendipity that this week's work newsletter mentioned FREE CPR training for all employees? I don't really care (I hated the entire premise of that movie, despite my love for John Cusack. I mean who the fuck almost marries someone else while still pining for a stranger? This is romantic??) but it works in my favor because a 5-hour class from the Red Cross costs at least $75. Before the end of this month I'll be a slightly more useful human being -- for $0.

Yay!

Another coincidence? A friend posted a link to Filipino dance performances on Facebook today. Years ago I wouldn't have been interested in this, but hey, if I'm going to learn a dance it might as well be a Filipino one. We'll see if this takes care of #21. It's funny how opportunities show up when you keep your mind a little more open.

Also, welcome, Prek, to the 25 before 25 bandwagon!