benchingko

Today is my birthday. I’m now 25! Quarter of a century. Wow! I can’t believe that. It’s like a milestone. I can now have Quarterlife Crisis Tantrums and hopefully my friends won’t mind.  Right?

When I was younger, growing up sounds fun. Growing up until the age of 19! Then when you hit 20, birthdays become a rite of passage. Just something that will happen yearly whether you like it or not. But the sucker for celebrations in me just never died too soon. I have month-long celebrations normally, with housemates, with BJs, with EconSoc, with sisses from DLS, with officemates, with family, with what-have-yous. It never died too soon until 2008 and I can’t believe it. For the longest time I said that I wanted to have a bonggacious 25th birthday celeb. This year in fact has been the best year so far but I don’t know. Maybe October flew fast and I had not had time to plan. Maybe the the persons I used to celebrate it with are either not here, don’t want to celebrate or busy. Maybe I’m getting over the drama queen mode.

Maybe it’s too soon to tell! May my system is just missing the allowed alcohol content that’s why I’m having these thoughts.