On the Cusp of Maturity

Eighteen~ What a magical number!

It is so hard to believe that my 18 would come in this way: quiet but blissful, stressed but heartwarming, jittery but full of expectation...I know, on my road towards maturity, this has been a significant step, an inevitable step, and a beatific one.

Wishes from my old-time playmates evoked those beautiful memories with them. The familiar Tank's song attached with the mail suddenly made realise how much I had missed----their remembrance, my old love, my old petulance, and my old tantrums. All those episodes will be replaced by new ones when tomorrow comes----that is the magic of "18".

18, the end of the "blossom season", as well as the culmaination of the "rain season".

There is lightning and thunder tonight. Maybe the heaven is rejoicing with me, I mean, us...

01.11.2009

My juniors' one year anniversary of landing in Singapore, my first step----voluntarily and involuntarily, willingly and reluctantly----into maturity.

Into a season without any more tears, and any more heartbreaks.

Into my adulthood~

Let's say "HOORAY!"

Yeah. My whole 17 has been spent in Singapore, without a single step outside her. My whole 17 without seeing any of my family members, meeting any one of my old friends in China...

17 again? One cannot press "restart" button as one wants to. And I doubt I won't choose the same route:P

Anyway, 17 will be forever remembered for being the most important year in my life. It is my first time living my own life without my parents by my side, for the whole year.

Now thinking back about two years ago, when I just turned 16, it feels so long ago. We cut the cake on the newly decorated "bar" table. I wore a red sweater, peering out of the window of our 14th storey flat, and taking photos of myself.

These two years, I have seen too much cake-cutting, birthday song-singing, cheering...It is so amazing when people around me are growing and I do not feel myself growing, old. Time is fair. So here comes my moment:)

Today's original plan was to buy two small cakes for my sister and myself. But it was storming just now----Singapore's rain season comes in advance, strangely---- so we decide upon eating Chinese Dumplings instead. By 24:00, we will say our wishes~

Thanks for all those who have wished us, and thanks for all the wishes that are yet to come. It is great being remembered~.~

I am no longer a small kid. So no excuses for immaturity anymore:)

Hello. 18!

Days of My Past

I recall when I was young Oh~
I will play and always having fun
with the neighbour next to me

And we'll play until the setting sun
try to be "The Best" among the others
in a game call the "Spider battle"

It doesn't matter,
who is the best now
those were the days of my past

Few years later when I got to school and was late for lesson all the time
Always day dreaming in the class
till I don't even know the lessons done

Then my teacher always tell me
Never ever be lazy again
What can I do now
What can I say now
Those were the days of my past

As the days go on and on
I grew up and had my first love
Candle light and sandy beach
Finally give away my first kiss

Mother said I was too young to fall in love and
then I will one day regret so love was over
but I do miss her
Those were the days of my past

Just when I left my high school and
got my first job as a salesmen
working hard all day and night
no one there to lend a helping hand
Daddy told me not to worry and
said that I should go on step by step
Those were the days of my past

Then once day I settled down with the only one I really love
gona small family with two kids that is what I'm always hoping for
But I still remember having fun with all my friends when I was young
I miss my hometown I miss my old friend
Those were the days of my past

I miss my hometown
I miss my old friend
When will I see them again

Don't Quit

I chanced upon this when I browsed through the CEP materials that I had handed in on 13th, August. The familiar prose dragged me to the scene when the whole cohort of students sat in the hall, listening to a gentleman reciting the poem of an obscire poet.

Something has happened,but what was initially dealt as important seemed to lose its weightage. People are ageing, and age has given everyone a crust, like that on a refrigerated cake. We should focus on the reality now, though it is occastionally cruel. So let it be.

Nothing we can do can change the past, but everything we do changes the future. Not others' future, your own future...

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Don't Quit.

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low, and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must but dont's you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.

Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems far;
So stick to the fight when we're hardest hit,
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.

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I won't, you won't, she won't, and he won't, and the world will be a better place for us to live in.

For all the decent~~~and only the decent~~~