This is the last afternoon in my 21 years old age.
The last 3 pm before I finally reach number 22 in my life.
I feel funny for many things.
Its funny how many laughter and cry I have spent within this year.
For friendship, for family, for work, for love, for compassion, for my self...
Funny how I am determined in falling and rising but then falling again.
Just like waves that keep crushing the coast and turn into foam. They still come back even though they know they will be crushed by the wind and by the land.