i've never been a believer of new year's resolutions. surely, no one can change overnight just by the mere flip of the calendar page. but changing has to start somewhere, and it's always a good excuse.

aside from the haircut, i'm still the same old me; the same battles in the head, the same whining of the traffic, the same RATM song for the call alert tone. pretty much, nothing has changed.

but recently, i learned some heartaches die. the most precious ones die very very old; slowly but they eventually do anyway.

so this is how it feels like. finally.

happy new year to me.