Older, but not any wiser.

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I wonder who still bothers reading this thing.

I’ve been pretty much drugged out by muscle relaxant, flu medicine and antibiotics all day since I woke up for lunch. I watch The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants 1 and 2 in the afternoon and conked out on the sofa. Basically, I spent all day couch potato-ing and I must say it’s been one of my best Saturdays. Feels great staying in once in a while. I save money and I don’t have to feel people steamrolling me from all directions. Besides, I’m no good to anyone under the influence of drugs. I slurr, I mumble, no one can hear me and I take 20 seconds to respond.

So anyway, I’m turning 23, much much older than when I last felt excited about my birthday. How true is this older and wiser thing anyway. And there are so many things that I wish could be wished on birthdays and then because they’re made on birthdays, they come true.

What I want for my birthday:

1. Become smarter. Like study smart, street smart, stuff like that.
2. Become wiser. Because I just have to be. You know, cos of my age. 23 IS OLD.
3. Have direction sense. As in in life, not street directions. Google map was invented for a reason. Less than a year to graduation and I still have no idea what to do. Not that I really mind, but people keep bugging me about it, I need another answer besides “I don’t know”.
4. Many, many more travel opportunities. I would make a living out of it if I could.
5. One rugby boy for my birthday please. Just because.
   

   Taken from The Sartorialist.

6. Ooh one more thing.  Two, actually.
   

   From Mr. Kate

   

   From Mr. Kate too

   Okay, I think I am now ready for 24.

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