Anyway, my birthday wasn't really special. Even more so since I stopped celebrating the moment I turned 18. It was just another year of my life, passing like nobody's business. Same old, same old. Surprisingly, a lot of people I didn't expect would remember my date greeted me, flooding my Facebook wall with generic hallmark messages of warm fuzzy feelings. But then again it was probably Facebook who reminded them about it. Whatever, I still appreciate it somehow. I wasn't really aware of how much people I know until that day though. Considering I only talk to a selected few on a daily basis. That said life has been as normal as before.
I also started collecting records, as I stumbled upon a record store in Shibuya while hanging out with a couple of friends. I found a few good stuff for reasonable amount of moolah. I felt satisfied with my purchase. It was all good. Let's hope for more awesome records to come. I think I'll commit to this from now on, it's a fun, albeit expensive, hobby..But overall enjoyable nonetheless.
And now it's March. Jeez. How time flies. Such a chronological thievery it is. And I just feel like I want to disappear from the face of the planet. I wish I could take a vacation in Pluto. I wish.