tomorrow, i'll be 22. 22. gawd. really? i wasn't even aware i turned 20. oh well.

by tomorrow, i'll be having less of the license to act stupid. i'll be a full-fledged, freakin' adult. no matter how much i refuse to accept it.

it makes me frustrated to think so. i've been living on earth for more than two decades and i feel like i haven't achieved anything...

anything that made me contented and proud of myself, that is.

everything that i have gone through--every experience, every emotion--seems fleeting.

it would seem happy and fulfilling at first but after all the hype, everything would go away and would leave me feeling more empty.

oh. it sucks. big time.

and this is what i hate in being an adult--it makes one think of what he/she has become and what he/she has gone through. it makes one assess and analyze what has come of his/her life.

but there's nothing much i can do, can i? as usual, i just have to bear with it.

because it happens and it's real (now i wish i live in a dream customized by dear me). and that reality won't go away as long as i take in oxygen and breathe out carbon dioxide.

my, life and living is hard.

but despite of all the rant, i still am happy and thankful that i am alive and able to experience life's pleasures...

chocolates, friends, chopsuey, family, money, cute officemates, among others...

however fleeting they all seem to be.

so i guess it would still be a HAPPY 20TH, i mean, 22ND BIRTHDAY after all.

unless someone important and dear to me fails to remember.^^;