Been 24 for 5 days now. Yes, yours truly turned 24 on the 11th. It was great, just like most of my birthdays before. You know, the day when I really count even the littlest of my blessings. The text messages, the messages on my wall (oh, do you even remember life before Facebook, people?), the call from dad, the wishes from my best friends (Nilam, you are so grounded for the 1-day tardiness), the gifts. Made my day. And the little get-together with my family and Gema was a great cherry on top too.
Can birthday charm stay forever?
Things kinda rolled downhill from there. My work, my mood, and... That's it actually. My work has been getting out of hand. And I don't even have the will and the urge to do it decently. And my mood has been... Peachy. Maybe it's because of the work load (come on, at least I don't blame hormonal cycle like every female of the species this time), or maybe it's something else. But, hey, what can anyone do about it?
The bright silver lining would be the birthday karaoke session last night. Beer? Check. Boyfriend? Check. Besties? 90% check. Or was it more like 45% check with all the AWOLness? But still, grateful for the efforts made.
So these are my birthday wishes, not necessarily in order,
+ Sindro to come home.
+ Dreams to not be forgotten (write some more rookie books, travel, travel, travel, carpe diem!)
+ Someone to get a move on his ass and get his life in shape.
+ Someone to get some senses in her head and to friggin' understand that I need her, and, and... I don't know. Just be here now. Not just in concept, because concepts are CRAP unless you make them come true. @#&*@(&#@*(&*(!#*(@&#!!!
+ Everyone to get along for everyone's happiness, no more hunger, no more racism, no more religious conflict, and world peace.
Smooches.
