3/24
Note: When I said I was going to bed last night, that didn't really happen. After I wrote that entry, I watched some movie makings and read a few chapters of Fang (the next Maximum Ride book) until 12:40am this morning.
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I woke up around 9:30 and was really tired, but I nevertheless went downstairs and ate breakfast. I took a shower and a little nap afterwards, completed a few Sudoku puzzles, and soon enough, it was lunch time. I had some delicious pasta with ham and then I studied a bit of Chinese, played piano, played cards with my mom and grandma, etc.
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Later on, it was time for dinner, and I had some leftovers from lunch and bread and honey. I called my dad, played more cards and watched another Leverage episode with my mom.
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Now, I'm upstairs in bed and it's almost 11pm. It's dark outside, and the time is ticking by quickly. It's almost my birthday, March 25th. By the time I wake up, I'll already be able to say that I'm a year older. It's just another day, another 24 hours, another little bit of time drifting away. But it's a special little bit of time, and one to treasure. As I grow older, along with everyone else in the world, it just serves as a reminder that everyone is unique: everyone has a moment in their life in which they were born, and everyone has a story: a past that always stays with them, a present that they are living, and an unpredictable future that is yet to come.
The time is still flying by, every future becoming a present, and every present becoming a past. Time is a cycle, one that is everlasting and everchanging. And it's beautiful that way.
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