You're old.. enough.

The hugely "awaited" late twenties.

The age where the numbers after 21 don't matter no more and our birthday motto magically becomes "21 forever"

The age where we're all sucked into a cynical cycle of capitalism and paying for things we don't need like a gym membership which I don't have, HAH! *victory dance*

The age where we become increasingly cynical ourselves, not trusting our colleagues with our own stapler at work. 

The age when you face the reality that your childhood dream of earning your first billion before 30 is just another figment of your wonderful imagination unless you're living in Vietnam trading in Dong. 

The age where we begin asking people boring first questions like the famous "How's work?" and the topic of every conversation would be about the stresses of work.

The age where we look at younger people who are hugely successful and wonder where we went wrong along the way.

The age where we listen to the latest hit charts and also wonder where it all went wrong along the way.

The age where we proudly tell the younger folk about the "battle scars aka cane marks" we used to have when we did something wrong when we were their age.

And also the age where we look at the teenage generation and mutter under our breath "Hoho, you ain't seen nothing yet young blood, wait till you reach my age.."

The age where skinny jeans is still unacceptable by my standards.

The age where we realise that every single bite of the cake tonight goes straight to our belly the next morning.

The age where people often find themselves in either one side or the other side of eternal glorious bondage.. i mean marriage. Can i hear an Amen from the single people? nyehehehehhehe. 

The age where staying up this late warrants for trouble at waking up for work the next day.

Okay. time to be a responsible adult in the late twenties. time to sleep.