So my 19th birthday came and went, nothing too interesting there, but just a few days after celebrating I learnt of some superstition that it's bad luck to celebrate all birthdays with a 9 in it. Now I'm jinxed! :/ (To all those who forgot to wish me, shame on you! HAHAHA)

Anyway, birthdays are starting to feel like any other normal day; perhaps that's how they were supposed to feel anyway before commercialism took over and made us believe in indulgence. Okay I'm starting to sound like that "Fornications of a young adult" guy. Thanks rah for that great recommendation. I literally LOL-ed at it.

So nowadays I'm just living each day as it is, hoping time will pass faster because bumming around has never been so boring before. I am really super duper sick of bumming around for so long.

One good thing that came out of it, though, was that I started reading again! I can't believe I only just read the Margaret Atwood novel I bought more than a year back. But anyway it's really, really good so now I am super into Atwood and reading all the novels she's written so far.

But seriously, I'm quite sad that I wasted 8 months doing absolutely nothing worth mentioning and in the end I hardly achieved anything I wanted to. How predictable ):

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