My Eighteenth Birthday!
I am eighteen starting today! Wow, I can't believe that I'm eighteen now. So much has changed. 10 years ago or so, I always wondered how an eighteen-year-old me would look like, and surprisingly I can't think of anything significantly different from an eight-year-old me and an eighteen-year-old me. Of course, I am no longer naive (well, maybe still a little naive), I've understood something more about life and the people around me and obviously I've gone through puberty eight years ago (a lot has changed since this one in particular).
But still, not much has changed. I am still me. Just a little better. An enhanced version of me from 10 years ago. You must be thinking, 'An eight-year-old girl knows nothing about the world than an eighteen-year-old one does' but you're wrong. In fact, I love the younger version of me. Sometimes I think she's more mature and rational than I am. Hence, the reason. The silly idiotic unreasonable reason why sometimes I envy her. She's more outspoken, brave and a lot more confident than I am now. I don't know how I lost her in the journey of becoming more adult. Is this normal? Losing yourself in growing up?
Anyway, that is not my intention for today. I don't want to be moody in my post anymore. I cringe at myself whenever I read my past post and I found myself hideously hating whatever I wrote then. I found myself stupid, ignorant, selfish and a whole lot adjectives that I don't want to write on my birthday. But, it is who I was. And I have to embrace that unequivocally. No matter how hideous I was. Acceptance. A new thing I learn as I write this post.
Anyhow, SWEET EIGHTEEN FOR ME! Let this year be a good one. For a wish, I hope that everything goes well this year. Goes mundanely well, I hope. Not too much, yet not too little. Mundane.
As for my family, they all know it is my birthday. My mum asked me what I want as my birthday yesterday and I told her immediately, "Books!" Hah! Since I found out that Makhota Parade in Malacca has a book store (which contains all my favourite English novels), I am in dire of more books like a man dires for water in the desert. I want books. I don't even care for books anymore. Just books. They're my oxygen. My water. My air.
That is all for now. FYI, I'm reading Midnight Sun (Twilight's book in Edward's POV) right now. So that's why I haven't write a lot of entries lately. Just getting myself re-acquaintance myself with books again. You know how it goes.
There is still a little more than two months left before my holiday ends and my college life starts and I still haven't found what I want to venture into. I have to take one day off to begin my research for my career. Hmmm...
All in all, thanks for reading this post. I don't know why I'm beginning to feel all nostalgic. *sniff* Looking forward to write next post. Bye, guys.
But still, not much has changed. I am still me. Just a little better. An enhanced version of me from 10 years ago. You must be thinking, 'An eight-year-old girl knows nothing about the world than an eighteen-year-old one does' but you're wrong. In fact, I love the younger version of me. Sometimes I think she's more mature and rational than I am. Hence, the reason. The silly idiotic unreasonable reason why sometimes I envy her. She's more outspoken, brave and a lot more confident than I am now. I don't know how I lost her in the journey of becoming more adult. Is this normal? Losing yourself in growing up?
Anyway, that is not my intention for today. I don't want to be moody in my post anymore. I cringe at myself whenever I read my past post and I found myself hideously hating whatever I wrote then. I found myself stupid, ignorant, selfish and a whole lot adjectives that I don't want to write on my birthday. But, it is who I was. And I have to embrace that unequivocally. No matter how hideous I was. Acceptance. A new thing I learn as I write this post.
Anyhow, SWEET EIGHTEEN FOR ME! Let this year be a good one. For a wish, I hope that everything goes well this year. Goes mundanely well, I hope. Not too much, yet not too little. Mundane.
As for my family, they all know it is my birthday. My mum asked me what I want as my birthday yesterday and I told her immediately, "Books!" Hah! Since I found out that Makhota Parade in Malacca has a book store (which contains all my favourite English novels), I am in dire of more books like a man dires for water in the desert. I want books. I don't even care for books anymore. Just books. They're my oxygen. My water. My air.
That is all for now. FYI, I'm reading Midnight Sun (Twilight's book in Edward's POV) right now. So that's why I haven't write a lot of entries lately. Just getting myself re-acquaintance myself with books again. You know how it goes.
There is still a little more than two months left before my holiday ends and my college life starts and I still haven't found what I want to venture into. I have to take one day off to begin my research for my career. Hmmm...
All in all, thanks for reading this post. I don't know why I'm beginning to feel all nostalgic. *sniff* Looking forward to write next post. Bye, guys.
Eighteen and Moving On,
Liely
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