23 is Michael Jordan's jersy number.

wow im starting to SMELL 23. eeps. next id be 24. and then 25..mid twenties. DOUBLE WOW *wow wow*. this is scary. Ive been weird recently..weird is the word..to be exact im kind of turning into JANE. disgusting emo momo. damn why cant i inherit her FLAT TUMMY and SMALL ATTRACTIVE PERKY ARSE instead?! The eediot who turned on the tap PLEASE TURN IT OFF PROPERLY CAN. waste water only. I think im going through a quarter life crisis..which means id live till..let me see.....................................................................................(dont mind the long pause. there's a reason why i dropped A-math in secondary school.) 92 years of age! Pretty ripe old age eh. Now now..which fruit do i wanna be? i think..id wana be a...DURIAN!cuz it'd retain its attractiveness even after a century. (not that im a durian researcher but its strong appearance seem to indicate so somehow.) Who cares if the inside's rotten? no matter the fruit, it eventually becomes rotten no? Inevitable outcome. Its whether the rotteness is visible that matters. which is why..i think durians are cool. SO i inspire to become a cooooool durian. not to mention its GREEN! so everyone would always be GREEN WITH ENVY of me. muahahaha..(uhm for the info of some weird beings who might have strange ways of linking things, kindly do not take this as a hint that all i want for my birthday (or christmas for that matter) is for you to envy me ok. Yes its the thought that counts but no thank you cause im still a rather materialistic girl.) muahaha..aka, what i want is really simple... MONEY. thank you. (sorry guys i told you i've been weird recently..GAH. come close at your own risk. haahaa.)

Bye!