JANUARY; the first for everything.

JANUARY! 

The month to celebrate my existence in this cruel-yet-wonderful world. 
The month to start preparing new resolutions, goals, and whatever else. 

But this is slightly different; it's the point when I turn twenty-five, quarter century --
The age to buck up on achieving your long-dreamed resolutions.
The age when people start asking about your relationship and/or marriage plans.
The age when your collagen production starts reducing, and your body metabolism starts deteriorating.

Honestly, I'm still not ready to define and embrace myself as being on mid-twenties; it has even gone to the extent of having all planned birthday celebrations to fall on belated instead of advanced.

But still, many thanks to my family, friends, colleagues, ex-colleagues & ex-schoolmates for all the wishes and celebrations to commemorate my existence in this world.
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Here's a picture to commemorate my birthday :) 



Just to love myself too much, it's...
HAPPY SUPER BELATED BIRTHDAY TO MYSELF ONCE AGAIN! ;)