“I’ve been stepping into the staircase with my naked imagination that at the end of that path, there’s something waiting for me, just like a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.”-RJQ

Twenty-one years old. I was 21 years old just last August 1^st and now, I’m 22—turned 22 on the 2^nd day of August 2014—too much ‘number 2’ I say—and so I’ve been told.

I’m not a special or what, but here’s the thing, I didn’t know I was actually 21 until I celebrated my birthday last Aug. 2, weird eh? Not for me.

Last year—August 2013—was not a good start for me, it was the worst way to start my birth month. There were some circumstances that suddenly blasted in front of my eyes but I will never mention them anymore because past is always a thing that you should left behind.

Do you want to know what am I actually been doing when I was 21? Well, here we go. Continue reading “Goodbye, 21.”