The 15th day of the 9th month, 25 years later.

When I was 2
I had vague memories of the wonderful charsiew rice bought from the coffee shop downstairs...

When I was 3
I had vague memories of crying myself to sleep, because my mother was at the hospital, with my little brother...

When I was 6
I had my first memories of seeing a rainbow. It was upon the playground at the kindergarten I was at. I was fascinated. No one else was...

When I was 7
I thought every December school holiday lasted a full year. I asked my mom. She said it did...

When I was 8
I couldn't believe my brother would be starting kindergarten already...

When I was 10
I was crazily in love with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Mighty Max and Captain Planet...

When I was 11
I made my first best friend, which we grew apart from as the years went on...

When I was 12
I made my second best friend, and we are still close friends to this day...

When I was 15
I began to have a greater sense of being. And more importantly, I began to know this group of friends, to which whom are still my closest buddies to this day...

When I was 16
I had my first crush...

When I was 18
I told my friend that I would probably live till 60, and that I am about a third of my way through life...

When I was 21
I hated school...

When I was 22
I knew this group of friends, that made school more interesting again...

When I was 23
I realise the old house which I used to stay in was no longer around...

Now, that I am 25
I feel as if life has only just begun...

I know I may appear aloof and nonchalant sometimes, but those are times I don't really know how to express myself adequately,

so anyway,

thanks to everyone who celebrated the day with me,
and thanks to everyone who remembered.

Cheers.