How true.

As much as I would like to remain 17 forever, having to sneak unabashedly into M18 and R21 movies, I guess we just have to accept that growing up is not a choice, and every day, whether we like it or not, is one day closer to dying from dysfunctional body parts, one day closer to being dumped into an old folk's home by unfilial children, one day closer to losing jet black hair(be it to aging or to NS), one day closer to waking up finding brown spots and stretch marks on your skin, one day closer to realising how dreadfully outdated your fashion sense is, and one day closer to.....death. Which I'll probably be looking forward to, just to see what the afterlife holds. Maybe I'll earn a "get out of Hell free" ticket along the way.

Do you ever realise how as time passes, whatever you liked about your old friends disappears without a trace, and all their qualities that were irksome somehow still manages to remain? Somehow, it's so much harder to get rid of bad things than good ones. While Steve Irwin gets murdered by an arbritrary marine animal(face it, he had it coming - Just that the stingray was unexpected), Paris Hilton, Colin Farrell and almost every other US president will almost undoubtedly live to a ripe old age, but not before wreaking unmerciful havoc on the world before them in the form of bad policies, bad music and even worse movies. (Alexander - Ouch.)

Yep, I hate birthdays now, because birthdays are a beacon of the passage of time. And we all know time is a bitch. If you disagree, try disagreeing again 50 years from now. I'll be lying in my coffin.