27 went alright for me or perhaps it was actually great as how it’s planned. i couldnt complain much but instead should be grateful my heart is still in one piece. another year ahead i am breathing as usual except the numeral identification and stretching wrinkles against my prime. pressure on as people always prompt to settle things by the bloody 30. bleh. something as in monetary term as they suggest. i dun think i ever tracked if my birthday wishes eventually happened cause honestly i had no idea what i prayed in front of the cake every year under that flashy 3 seconds – some billions to flaunt maybe? then apparently it’s in constant vain. so just let it be as life will dash ahead with it’s own will after all. i might have got more boring than my early twenties that is what i noticed over the year but i believe it might be just a silent transition before any exciting commencement?
thanks for all the wishes beautiful peeps they have made my day with love. ciao twenty-seven and here i am. #28