314* - she's living, she's golden
Joyeux anniversaire a moi!
Well-wishes started pouring in at about 12 am, with closer friends smsing, whatsapping, calling me, LJing me (looking at you Mel) and there was a very nice simple tweet from Crunch. And of course there's FB where I must thank people for logging in and noticing the right corner with my name on it, and then deciding to say happy birthday. It probably takes 5 seconds in total to type in a greeting, but the psychology behind it is no less complex (I know, I take psych, don't take for granted your thought patterns), so I am grateful that I have mostly well-functioning friends. I must say that this year there's a theme to the well-wishes, and that's how I'm never seen in school/I'm a vampire/I never go out with _____.
I'm amused, because it's mostly true. Not the vampire part. I guess I'm just surprised by the sheer volume of people saying that to me, people from year 1, whom I was close to but grew apart due to school (ironically)/life/personal preferences.
As usual, there's a lot to be said, but all this touchy feely talk shouldn't be on my birthday. I should be out getting wasted, instead of staying home and typing out my business memo report due on Monday, but my bones are getting creaky, and all those days of 'wild fun' are pretty much over. I'm only 23, yes, but I've no idea how my friends do it. I wish I had enough stamina to withstand a night on the dance floor in Butter, but I think I'd be crouched in a corner snoozing like a dormouse (HAVE YOU SEEN THE YOUTUBE VIDEO OF A MOUSE SNORING? BLASPHEMY IF YOU HAVEN'T).
Yeah I'm 23, veintitres, vingt-trois, er shi san. Can't really wrap my head around it. I think after my 16/17th birthday, I stopped counting, so at least I still feel like I'm 16, which I occasionally do. Heh. That doesn't stop me from feeling a little weary though, which is a bit too soon for my liking.
But this year, this year I've resolved to attempt to stop feeling that way. This year will be a year of action (job hunt not inclusive), and while last year was a year of stabilizing and thinking, this year will be for exploring. So enough of moaning about lost opportunities, and start with the exploring and learning.
There's a world out there to get interested in again, people to talk to and be inspired by, ideas to think about and things to do. Just gotta get outta the inertia. :)
edit: my awesome cousin whom i love very much! thank you for popping over and dragging me out to force a celebration on me :] i want more froyo!
I believe in the sand beneath my toes
The beach gives a feeling
An earthy feeling
I believe in the faith that grows
And the four right chords can make me cry
How do I get back there to
The place where I fell asleep inside you?
How do I get myself back to
The place where you said
She said
I want something else
To get me through this
Semi-charmed kind of life
Well-wishes started pouring in at about 12 am, with closer friends smsing, whatsapping, calling me, LJing me (looking at you Mel) and there was a very nice simple tweet from Crunch. And of course there's FB where I must thank people for logging in and noticing the right corner with my name on it, and then deciding to say happy birthday. It probably takes 5 seconds in total to type in a greeting, but the psychology behind it is no less complex (I know, I take psych, don't take for granted your thought patterns), so I am grateful that I have mostly well-functioning friends. I must say that this year there's a theme to the well-wishes, and that's how I'm never seen in school/I'm a vampire/I never go out with _____.
I'm amused, because it's mostly true. Not the vampire part. I guess I'm just surprised by the sheer volume of people saying that to me, people from year 1, whom I was close to but grew apart due to school (ironically)/life/personal preferences.
As usual, there's a lot to be said, but all this touchy feely talk shouldn't be on my birthday. I should be out getting wasted, instead of staying home and typing out my business memo report due on Monday, but my bones are getting creaky, and all those days of 'wild fun' are pretty much over. I'm only 23, yes, but I've no idea how my friends do it. I wish I had enough stamina to withstand a night on the dance floor in Butter, but I think I'd be crouched in a corner snoozing like a dormouse (HAVE YOU SEEN THE YOUTUBE VIDEO OF A MOUSE SNORING? BLASPHEMY IF YOU HAVEN'T).
Yeah I'm 23, veintitres, vingt-trois, er shi san. Can't really wrap my head around it. I think after my 16/17th birthday, I stopped counting, so at least I still feel like I'm 16, which I occasionally do. Heh. That doesn't stop me from feeling a little weary though, which is a bit too soon for my liking.
But this year, this year I've resolved to attempt to stop feeling that way. This year will be a year of action (job hunt not inclusive), and while last year was a year of stabilizing and thinking, this year will be for exploring. So enough of moaning about lost opportunities, and start with the exploring and learning.
There's a world out there to get interested in again, people to talk to and be inspired by, ideas to think about and things to do. Just gotta get outta the inertia. :)
edit: my awesome cousin whom i love very much! thank you for popping over and dragging me out to force a celebration on me :] i want more froyo!
I believe in the sand beneath my toes
The beach gives a feeling
An earthy feeling
I believe in the faith that grows
And the four right chords can make me cry
How do I get back there to
The place where I fell asleep inside you?
How do I get myself back to
The place where you said
She said
I want something else
To get me through this
Semi-charmed kind of life