And I turned 21.

I wasn’t at home when the clock chimed twelve on August 24th. I was at the office, proofreading the first draft of our magazine’s September issue—so different from the way I spent my previous birthdays. Well, this is it, I guess. My inner child would perhaps reside in me forever, but I’m 21 now. I’m officially an adult. :)

I won’t go into details like I usually do. I just want to say that the only things I wish for right now—aside from the one in that faux cake above—is good health and happiness. :)