Eighteen years. Thank you.

On the 11th of april, I realised how lucky I really am. I have almost everything. I used to be scared to admit this because I didn't want to jinx it. Well, forget about jinxes. This is called appreciation. Life is never perfect. If it was, no one would have wanted to live it. Imperfection makes us human. It makes us want to strive for the so-called perfection, so that we move along and life goes on. But perfection is just like beauty. It lies in the eyes of the beholder. Only, it is so much more difficult to find because people mostly do not know where to look. But when you do find it, then you have understood what life really is all about. Time ticked really brisk. And then it's time to die. Now I'm not sure why I'm talking about death all of a sudden. Bear with me here.

Let's cut it short. I'm off to celebrate my Grandmom's Birth. PERIOD.

Boo-hoo,