being 17

When i was 10, i imagined being 17 as something awesome, powerful, life-changing.

now i am 17 and i still think like im 10, despite growing up and changing lives.

yeah, when i was 10, there was no way i could have imagined that i will be living in Singapore one day. when i was 10, i could not have thought of the lifestyle im leading now, living in a hostel with 47 other batchmates. In the similar fashion, i would not have known the pressure, the stress, the craziness of being immersed in this kiasu society. And now i've known it all, and its not pretty.

I still wish for the same thing when i was 10. though im not gonna write it here.

despite 7 years that have passed away, nothing much changes.

Whenever i open a new page, ready to begin anew, i always convince myself that this time it will be different. But too bad its not.but all that i can do is just move on with life.

Along the path, many sweet memories are created and etched in my mind.

one would undeniably be my sweet 17th bday party.

although it started out rather disappointing, it ended sweet and memorable.

the most important thing is, all my friends were there.

Everybody willingly celebrate my birthday, with some even preparing video montage and surprise birthday cake.

we played in the water together, well maybe just a few.

These people are the ones who made me survive through those ordeal and trying times.

Thankyou for being there through thick and thin. Thankyou for all the awesome times we had. THankyou for your presence in my birthday and for making it the most beautiful day in my life.

the banner, the book, the video, i will keep them forever with me.