Last day as 22

Yup... just a few more hours before I hit the big 23. Woof... My mom had 5 kids at my age. I lapsin'!

I haven't done much work today... I did the essentials - reports et al... but then, pa-chaow! Nada mas.

So - at 10-something this morning, I get a call from security. I need to go down to the booth to collect a delivery made to me. Paow - a beautiful set-up of pink roses and other flowers with a pink bear attached and Chinese bamboo. S - you got me there... so didn't see that one coming. Though it was sorta embarrassing walking all the way back to my office with this in my hand! Ooof. hehe :)

Thanks, S.

So - I love Panic at the Disco... their new song is zuperb.... oi! A new favourite song on the way:

And isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety

My big bro on their music:

pack of crap...catchy pop in disguise...

*coughs - Lue-sah!*

23... 23... oh dear. 23! That's a HUGE number! It's like, 3 years older than 20, 2 years older than 21, 7 years older than sweet 16, 5 years older than 18... oooooof. It doesn't mean anything.... just - big. I gettin' big. Noooooooooo - I'm not reeaadddyyyyy.

But I am thrilled about it :)

I love the independence... secretly love the figuring things out and the failings and the new discoveries and and and... early 20's - what a trip.

My 22nd year has definitely been the WORST year ever...
I got my heart broken, joined in with the working world, got my first car, apartment, and light bill - I've fallen out with my mother more worser than ever, and I've pondered on the idea of not existing, I've encountered each emotion possible - I think. Extreme happiness, zupa zadness, deep depression, yearning and excitement like never before. And most significantly, at 22, I got my belly-button pierced. Fierce - I know.

I probably learnt the most on my own in this stage though... so not all to nought. Though I wished I could've died instead of gone through the things I did, I know that they were necessary, and enjoy the fact that I WENT (past tense!) through them...

Yes - sure... who's to say that 23 would be any different?

You'd hurt again and again Zupa... that's life.

Yeah - but the first cut is the deepest. And I have a scar to remind me of it.

In fact - I look forward to tomorrow... a whole new year to play around with. A year to do things, and for things to get done. A year to experience each emotion I've been exposed to, and learn of some new ones.

Come on, hit me with your best shot. I dare ya'.


You know why 22 is the worst year ever? Because it is sh*t - literally. 22 = 2, 2 = two two = "too too" = crap = sh*t = ... you get it. Pure and utter s-h-eye-t.

Because of this age ("too too") you end up doing sh*t, taking sh*t, tolerating sh*t, finding yourself in sh*tty situations, getting a sh*tty job and sometimes look like sh*t - why? Because you are too too... and too too defines you for one whole year. Thank God I'm getting outta this sh*t soon enough. Sh*t man.




*Zue zoo wanders back into work land... 2 more hours zupa... just 2 hours more*