17

17 used to be a mere number. Never a tad bit important to me. A number in passing, a number I always deliberately forget. Never once I thought it will be a number I look forward each month. But you make me like 17 the most ; putting it in the back of my mind. I wrote a lot of tacky stuffs about you here eventhough you almost never read it (pls jangan baca lagi) but if you read this, well here goes : you are worth shit ton of tacky stuffs because you constantly add colors to my gray-scale days. Happy 17, many more to come down the road!