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Everybody matures. I refuse to. I turned 23 so what. My life was never changed that night. I woke up the next day, I still cant think of anything. I just want to go home and sleep all day. Even a vacation to Puerto Galera won't do the trick. So I went home the following weekend. I was tired I could not even feel the agony of a 6 hour Bus ride. I was never even annoyed by Chavit Singson's campaign poster all over the bus. I could not even feel the sun scorching my already burnt skin. I could not even smell my seat mate's killer fart. I barely managed to even pay my fare. I stayed home and bored myself to death and went went back to work after another 7 hour trip. Spectacular and indeed superb way to age!