By the by, i turned 23 about a month and a half ago. It was a relatively quiet affair, a barbie over at my place. By my place i mean my parents' place. I don't really own a place. And also in the uni lab. Anyways, the whole 2-day celebration thing was low-key which was good. I've come to the age where i don't really like to announce my getting older. 18 and 21 were good years to celebrate. Coincidentally they were the two years i got pissed drunk on my birthday. On my 18th birthday i started sms-ing smack in the middle of the dance floor. On my 21st.. well, i did things that weren't really that bad but they weren't really good too. Oh and i puked my guts out on both occasions. I digress. Anyhoo, here are some pictures for when i turned 23:
Now that i am well into my 23rd year, i've noticed changes in myself. For one, clubbing and drinking don't really appeal much to me anymore (really la). And i've rediscovered my love for competitive basketball, which is always good. I find myself full of ideas on what to do and what to write (especially on my thesis). Yet those ideas are usually drowned out by the waves of laziness emitting from in me or fizzles out whenever my hands touch a pencil/keyboard. In other words, i still haven't touched my report or research paper.
A friend asks me if this is enough, this life i'm living. Having (below) average grades, always having to push myself to do something i know i'm not good at and not particularly interested in; mediocre-ly, i might add, too busy to make new friends, being single. He had to bring up the "Wow, you're still single?" line. I'm not too fond of this friend anymore. Anyways, i say it'll have to do for now. Nope, no deep or thought provoking answers. Just that. Plus, my mind's all messed up already anyways, over feelings i have, which may be for all the wrong reasons. No elaborations will be given.
"When life gives you lemons, make lemonades"
Hint hint
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