pieces of me

.today.

today is the day of the year again. the day that is repetitive every year without fail.

ever since don't know when, i am numb on this day; no more anticipation for today to arrive; no more excitment or joy when this day finally arrived.

i guess i have finally grown up, and grow tired of this.

but, how can anyone ever get excited about this day when they know their exams are approaching?


last few shots of myself, taken in the last few minutes of 19 years old
 


so now i can officially declared i am 20 years old.

not too young, not too old. lol.

but, physical celebration = mentally grown up?

something i never fail to ponder on on my birthday ever since... time memorial?


在这最后一分钟，我只想对自己说： 生日快乐。 

posted by +abrac[A]dabra+ @ 23:59