Maybe i'm one of those people who love birthdays. no matter how sad and alone it is, i always wait to celebrate it. A quarter of a century. Sounds too big yet too little. Age is just a number, people said. 24 passed by in a blur. But it's been an age maturing year. I can say now I saw the world in another view. I don't know if it's better or worse, though. I do have some hopes for myself. Lots of better and best hopes available (some are part of 2014 resolutions but w/e).
Now for some gloomy moment to ask myself in self-loathing mode: what have I done within 25 years of living?
Happy birthday, Self.