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Three signs that show you are getting on in years

1) All the college kids look really young to you

2) Salespeople call you kak

3) Most of the songs on Mix FM you have in your record collection

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Anonymous said…
and when you go to the ladies', the younger girls retouch their make-up, and you just put eyedrops in...

and when you go shopping, there seem to be a sea of white haired aunties, mammies and nanas around the stuff you want...

and when you go to concerts, you're surrounded by mammies and daddies boogeying madly, and you make up one of the 20% of the under-30's...

and..when you start using words like 'boogey' or even worse...'youngsters'(cringe)!!!
Mirebella said…
You know you’re getting on a bit when …


1. Those whom you find attractive and available are no longer your age, around your age or older. They are younger. Much younger.

2. You go for Seating Area instead of Standing Arena when booking tickets for a concert.

3. The bands you love have either a) disbanded b) died c) become obsolete d) all of the above.

4. You find little point in going clubbing; clubs have become too smoky/loud/crowded/hot/suffocating for your liking.


5. You start complaining about youngsters, starting your sentence with: `Young people these days ... '


6. Your cheeks and your boobs start to head south, amongst other things.


7. You resemble a dried old prune more than a ripe juicy plum.


8. You know what a VHS/floppy disk/black Michael Jackson looks like. You even remember the time when George Michael was straight.


9. You couldn't find much energy, enthusiasm or point in doing the same things you once held as top priority such as staying out all weekend, hanging out at a mamak stall until 4 a.m., cruising around town for boys/girls, meeting new acquaintances, partying all night ... the list goes on. And on and on.

:-)
Maryam said…
- you turn 28.

Hahahahahahaha.
Kere said…
LOL Z, those are good ones - I can just see the two of us at Penney's, going through the sale stuff surrounded by grannies and us muttering about how things were cheaper in our day!

Repeat after me, Mirebella, "I am not a cradle snatcher, I am not a cradle snatcher."
Anonymous said…
hahah nice one dikyam!

I'll be Oprah and say,

You're only as old as the things you haven't achieved
Kere said…
Dikyam, you dick.

KJ, don't encourage her! Re: Oprah, Hah, that makes me about one then - that makes me even more depressed.

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