stepping stone into adulthood.
My first start into adulthood comprises a mish mash of The Da Vinci Code, window shopping, friends, teh tarik,secret recipe’s black forest indulgence, a nice visit from a long time acquaintancy,and series of testimonials, in that particular order.
a very wholesome day for a birthday indeed.
On going 18,the urban myth says it reflects maturity,wiseness,responsibility,and a symbol of freedom apart from the usual celebration of adulthood.The basket of teenage angst, raging hormones and ridiculous nonsense that one shouldered before should be a thing of the past.
Granted,the very idea that i should at least resemble the kind of person depicted above, if not be one in the flesh sounds outlandishly absurd.Take it from a person who still,relies heavily on her mother on making key decisions and still enforced upon her a 6.30 p.m curfew.
Me.
The journey throughout my whole eighteen years of my life had been a bumpy joyride.Sometimes, the car broke down,and you’re forced, due to the circumstances, to hold on a little bit. Humbly i admit,i do succumb to devilish influences that i assume played a key part in creating the bad side of me thanks to constant erosion and deterioration but ,i tried, oh how i tried my best to hide them away. I practise constraints so as not to harm people around me when i’m badly hurt myself.I reckoned thats the reason why hordes of individuals along with me on my journey call me blurrish. In a little funny way, the lack of what they call, ‘emotions" had repeatedly deceived people that i’m THAT kind of person per se.One who doesnt open up,one who’s immune towards feelings and highlighted as one because of their level of sensitivity, or rather lack of it. You get the picture.Its world reknowned the skill in expressing emotions and feelings physically is not exactly my greatest points. Hence, the blog.
This post is all about gratitude.Despite the non-existent aesthetic assets,i’m healthy.Thank You God.For making me peachy. For making me born complete, no mishaps.Yet.( lets hope its a permanent state.).
We often overlooked our parents.Thank You God.Because i have a set of loud, big,reliable parents.Also, we forget our siblings.Thank You God.For i’m not born alone into the world.A double,a die-hard Linkin Park sister and two annoying brothers often surprises even myself on how they make me whole.
Both friends and foe, i admired even ur mere existence.Thank You God.They provide balance in my unstable life full off of bumpers and potholes.Assisting me in a way they smoothen all my hard edges that may potrude other people’s way.With gracious heart, i applaud them.thank you guys, for the intrusion.
Save the best for the last they say .Thank You God. For creating me a Muslim
One valid point i would like to raise in conjuction with my birthday is, keep on reading folks.My blog are pieces of me, uncut and uncensored.Live straight from hanani.The joyride is not over yet,it just made it to a significant pit stop.
Hm.I dont really feel like 18.
" Growing old is mandatory, Growing up is optional" - minasenus
P/s: The writer highly admire the overwhelming support given to her blog.She hoped that they will bear with her along the not-yet-ending journey.
May 22nd, 2006 at 1:30 am
i cant say much,since the thought of me stepping into adulthood (or its just what they say)is still pretty much sinking in.haha,one things for sure,jom tengok movie 18!!!!yeehaw.lol
May 22nd, 2006 at 1:39 am
xyah nk jom2 .i’m one step ahead of you. dah tgk dh pon.
May 22nd, 2006 at 1:51 am
haha.what a clever quote you got there at the end of this posting..yup, growing up is optional..but upon approaching my next phase of life, i never failed to think about something i would never dream to worried about when i was a little naive kid hence making me think like a ‘not getting any younger’ person..there were times in my life when i feel i need to make some decisions all by myself..there were also times in my life when i feel that my parents didnt even exist..being able to make my own decision all by myself and being indulging in ups and downs of life, and cherish both accomplishment and letdown in my life. ..i guess this is growing up..
p/s: age is strictly a case of mind over matter.if you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.
May 22nd, 2006 at 6:31 am
Youth had been a habit of hers for so long that she could not part with it.
-Rudyard Kipling
nani,i saw this quote,and i thought it was fitting for u
p.s:hey sanza,that quote yang age is a case of mind over matter tu,that’s from jack benny,kan?ooh..jom everyone lets sumbangkan a good quote
p.p.s:miss salmi,if ur reading this,that thing nani quoted from u is mondo cool/profound =>
May 22nd, 2006 at 5:50 pm
i dont extract quotes, i make them up.eg: tengok-kt-paling-atas-skali.
May 23rd, 2006 at 4:44 am
actually i quoted somewhere i found it la ateqs. so before i’m being sued by anyone claimed rights to that quote, i’d better declare ‘escape clause’ here… hehehe
May 23rd, 2006 at 9:35 am
I also want to try make quotes, how about this:-
Growing our ability is the best grow up???
mepek nye
May 23rd, 2006 at 10:52 pm
eat ‘kerepek’la zul.
yr ‘quote’ remind me of EnfaGrow…
May 24th, 2006 at 8:53 pm
since i had watched tons of 18-above movies eversince i ws 15.drove a car when i ws 16. and booked a room for overnite at Sheraton at the age of 17.
so, the only thing i luv abt being eighteen is the figure of 8 itself.haha.
well,try to make the best of u as ure growing up.there’s no turning back.