so, at exactly 1030 this morning, i officially turned 22.
ok 23.
fine, 24. and that's my final answer.
i wanted to go sentimental and maybe do something creative about it. but, as usual, i was quite lazy to do it. the day is over. as of writing, it's already 6:12pm. i haven't done anything "birthday-ey" or anything close to celebrating it. if sleeping in the afternoon is celebrating, then i had made a big celebration out of it.
i just remembered the movie i watched with friends the other day (perfume: the story of a murderer) i just wish i was THAT passionate about something that i'd be miserable if i can't have it. i also wish that i could just live the moment while carefully planning every move that i make towards that end goal. stop.
my god, i remember that i always say during interviews that my goal is to become a millionaire by age 30. uhh hello, i'm not even worth 12 thousand right now. LOLsss... *cries*
haha. every minute, every day, that goal gets bleaker and bleaker, if there's such a word.
ps. this post goes without saying that you should watch Perfume: The Story of a Murderer.
and of course greet me on my failure to find the fountain of youth.
ok 23.
fine, 24. and that's my final answer.
i wanted to go sentimental and maybe do something creative about it. but, as usual, i was quite lazy to do it. the day is over. as of writing, it's already 6:12pm. i haven't done anything "birthday-ey" or anything close to celebrating it. if sleeping in the afternoon is celebrating, then i had made a big celebration out of it.
i just remembered the movie i watched with friends the other day (perfume: the story of a murderer) i just wish i was THAT passionate about something that i'd be miserable if i can't have it. i also wish that i could just live the moment while carefully planning every move that i make towards that end goal. stop.
my god, i remember that i always say during interviews that my goal is to become a millionaire by age 30. uhh hello, i'm not even worth 12 thousand right now. LOLsss... *cries*
haha. every minute, every day, that goal gets bleaker and bleaker, if there's such a word.
ps. this post goes without saying that you should watch Perfume: The Story of a Murderer.
and of course greet me on my failure to find the fountain of youth.
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