I am 23.
I hope I'm not getting senile. You know, like forgetting new things yet remembering the tiniest detail from a distant past.
I keep forgetting my workstation password, but I do remember Kakak wearing me kain lampin on one afternoon and Mak wearing me Pampers in front of the TV before going to bed.
A birthday is not really a celebration of how long you have lived, is it? It really is a reminder of how much longer for you to live.
How much time do I have left?
I am 23. I may look like a grown up, but I still have a lot of growing up to do.