if you haven’t already realised, i turned 22 last week. and i’m not liking it one bit.
my resolution is simple. i wish to be a nicer person. ok everyone i can hear the sniggers already. i know i am such an asshole, though all you people dote on me a lot. you guys are such a forgiving bunch :)
so now that i’m a little bit older, i’m going to try to be less of an asshole and try to learn to be nice. so you guys will find it in your hearts to dote on me more.
yes all the poor brendas and peiyings and mels and andys and audreys and alans and huizhens and many others, rejoice!
i also intend to continue acting like a retard, so in those rare moments when i actually display my intelligence you guys will appreciate it more. despite knowing how extremely smart i am, covering my intelligence gets me further in life. and i intend to continue doing just that.
i also want to be more modest. OH sorry, did i just mention that i was damn smart earlier? i take that back. *gasps* i can’t say how pretty i am anymore? ok scratch this whole paragraph.
ok despite all the rubbish i’m saying, what i really should say is enjoy your youth people. i’ll never be 17 again. nor 21 again.
supper with a friend made me realise at the age of 22 i have nothing to my name. my clothes are worthless, i am penniless and i have no achievements.
but still, we said we would get rich together.
so see you at the top dear friends.
