Isn't it a liberating feeling to be composing a blog post once again! Well, the 2nd round of common tests have just finished, and we're all drained of our brain juices, to say the least. Sadly, while everyone's celebrating their first weekend of freedom, I've still gotta mug for French!
Anyway, I just turned 14 a few days ago. Ru made THE most beautiful hand-made card and got lots of people to sign it! THANK YOU DEAREST RU, and thank you all for your thoughtful and sweet birthday messages and blessings! I still can't stop opening the card and grinning at the 'Qweeb cat' and all the cute drawings and scribblings on the card. <3
Now it's time to recap... the PARTYYYY!!!
The day before my birthday, Sammie, Keets, Fi and I went over to Ru's house for a post-common test party to celebrate the temporary end of stress and mugging and to just hang loose. Before going to Ru's house, we went to Island Creamery to indulge ourselves in some good, creamy calories and the latest gossip before getting on the wrong bus, making a big detour and finally making it to Ru's house. =D Nestled on a comfy orange couch, we watched Glee's Regional episode (which rawked da house!) after which Ariel came over with popcorn and the most delectable gooey brownies full of rich, smooth chocolate (they were heaven in a bite!). Next, we chose to watch 'P.S.- I love you', a chick-flick which never seemed to end. It was a good movie alright, but just a tad too emotional for my likes (Fi and Sammie even teared once!). It's that kind of movie where at the end, you feel a slight longing for the woman to just wake up and realise 'it was just a dream', no matter how ridiculous that would make the entire film. But it's also that kind of movie where after watching it, you to begin viewing things a bit differently, truly appreciate your loved ones, consciously try to live in such a way where you won't have any regrets, etc. After that heavy-going movie, we watched the first half of 'Confessions of a Shopaholic' before our parents came to pick us up. It was a time of unforgettable fun and bonding, and kudos to Ru for being a wonderful host to us, as always!!
Hm. How old am I again? Fourteen? Fourteen... It sounds so old. Now, when my mom asks me to wash those ridiculously heavy ceramic pots she uses for stew, I can't use the excuse of "I don't have enough strength, I'm only 13 ya know!". Trivial matters aside, it has occurred to me that fourteen is the age when you really enter into your years of growth and development as a young adult. Thirteen is more like a bridge between childhood innocence and the world of tumultuous teenage-hood. It's when you begin to learn and experience for yourself good and evil, kind and cruel; you get a glimpse of what the real world is like. Thirteen is just the tip of the iceberg. And so, I'm feeling quite apprehensive but excited about living my 14th year of life. I don't know what ominous obstacles lay ahead, or what difficulties I'll have to face, but I know I'll get it through somehow like I got through my 13th year, which has without a doubt toughened me up, but not quite enough to easily overcome the challenges I'll face in the near future. Come to think of it, at what age does one become 'tough enough'? There's just so much yet to be discovered, such as the answer to questions like this, questions where there is really no 'textbook answer' - you just have to live your life and find out the answers for yourself.
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