My first post after a while is centred on my birthday. Erm...why do I feel narcissistic?
I am spending my birthday for the first time away from home. It feels great to have a bunch of friends celebrating your birthday for you. I guess this is something that can only be experienced when you are studying abroad, far away from home.
1 year older... I can feel time slipping away from my grasp. I have to continuously remind myself that I am no longer a kid. I have to grow up, soon. Birthdays may be nice and special but as we age, they remind us of our responsibilities and what we have to achieve.
How I love and hate birthdays at the same time! No matter what, 24th September will always be a special day for me. :)
~cos I was part of the stairway generation~
- Happy Birthday to me!!!