29.

Ok. I'm 29 years old now. But I don't feel any different from who I was before. I mean, I still have the same aspirations, the same mood swings, the same humor. The only difference is I've gained a lot of weight during the past few months. On that note I get tired more easily since I'm out of shape. I still have a big appetite that so far I've succeeded in reining in.

But on hindsight, maybe I've changed a bit. I could remember my student years when I would starve myself just to be able to play hours and hours of network games. Or sacrificing duty for the sake of pleasure. Now... Well now I've got my priorities straightened out. Or rather I seem to adhere to them more closely than I ever had before. There's Mitch. She's paramount. Then there's work. With no income, I don't think I'm going to go anywhere. Then there's family. Despite the distance, I want to make sure they're alright. My friends, what little there are. I maybe a loner but I do value what little social life I have.

Well, getting my degree is getting more and more important with each passing month. I may have been extremely delayed in getting my degree, but I still intend to get it before I go beyond 30. Damn it. I won't fail for this one. Next is going up the corporate ladder. More pay means more opportunities for establishing myself and Mitch. A place to call home. Furnitures. Items for the home. It will be a tough order, but as usual, I'll prevail.