Old.. so not

I don't feel 24... I still remember the day I was 13. I was walking pass this classroom which were making hell lot of noise. I vouch to never become such immature creatures.

Look at me now. I think I'm still 13 but with a louder mouth, a u know brain and maturity ain't that present too.

I observe some guys at my age, they are steady, mature or actually, rather just too uptight. Then again, being too loose ain't good too.

Anyhow, I don't think maturity is my forte; still lots of issues to work out. Stability ain't my cup of tea too, I still don't know what I want. But one thing I've grown (besides my tummy and moobies *grace call man boobs moobies*), I've grown to cherish my friends.

I was just having a quiet emo walk back at night on my birthday from the LRT back to home and was just thinking of all the people I know and that I could share laughters and smiles with. And it warms my heart to know that I know them and they know me.

Birthday was a mixture of sadness, happiness and German. Sad cause, SOME PPL nvr wish me, like my *BURP* best guy friend. Sad cause, the one person I really wanted to spend time with was busy with work. Another person is a few thousand miles away. But my 'German' company was absolutely hot, so no complains there.

Then there are the presents... next post for that... =D