Twenty-five

In precisely a couple of hours time, i will turn twenty-five. Twenty-bloody-five. Unlike many other years before, this time, the absence of excitement seems rather profound. I used to be that girl who would grin from ear to ear at the thought of turning a year old. Old enough to drive, old enough to go…

Quarter-life crisis

  As i near the age of twenty-five, i could feel the frustration gradually seeping into my life before i finally find myself at the lowest ebb. My business seems rather boringly monotonous and hanging out with friends feel like a chore. It is not to say that my life is falling apart, rather, it…