Posted on: 14th of May 2003 | Under: Thoughts & Emotions

Time flies. In about 2 and a half weeks, I oficially step off teenhood. Yes, I’m turning 20. TWENTY. o_O;;

I’m still in disbelief, actually. Time definitely flies. It almost just feels like yesterday when I was just a little girl. A girl who was such a baby and cried a lot. A girl who at 4, believed that happiness was all about barbies and pretty dolls. A girl who once got her feet stuck in mud, ankle deep, because she played tag with her neighbours, even if her mother ordered her not to. A girl who fell off and broke her bike at 7 and got an open wound on her right thigh, because, again, she was hard-headed and didn’t listen to her mom when she told her not to go out biking. A girl who in third grade, would spend break time under the school stairs with her close friends, eating bananaque and sipping a bottle of mirinda. A girl who at a young age, enjoyed travelling and seeing different places.

Then I turned into a teenager. A teenager who went through so many crushes, and puppy loves. A teenager who enjoyed jungle trekking, abseiling, swimming in the rapids, diving in puddles of mud and going on the flying fox. A teenager who was sporty and got herself into dancing, basketball, swimming, tennis, gymnastics, soccer, volleyball, taekwondo, baseball and a couple of other sports. A teenager who had strong faith in her religion and was an active youth in church. A teenager who loved to talk and was always getting in trouble in class for being so loud. A teenager who was “angelic,” but at the same time, had a “wild” side. A teenager who fell in love and realized that happiness wasn’t about barbies and pretty dolls anymore. A teenager who got hurt, failed and cried; who got frustrated, depressed and disappointed, but managed to deal each situation with optimism and was able to stand up in the end.

Ahh, I can’t believe that it’s been years since those things happened. They still seem so fresh in my mind. It’s funny how I used to think that when I finally turn 17, I’d feel all grown-up. That I’d feel all matured and act like one of those adults I used to look up to. I turned seventeen 3 years ago, but, somehow I don’t feel that much different. Yes, I guess I have matured in one way or another. My interests have somewhat changed. My outlook in life, more feasible and realistic. Yet I still feel like the little girl that I once was. The teenager that I once was. Yeh, I’m still the “angel-but-wild” person that I’ve alwayes been. The girl who can sometimes be hard-headed, still lingers in me too. ^^;; hehe. I guess some things don’t change. ^__^

Look at me now. I’m a few weeks away from becoming a real adult. I’m sure a whole box of frustrations, obstacles and responsibilities await me. I know my life ahead won’t be all smooth-sailing. But, whatever happens, something that I’ve always been will remain. That’s the belief in myself and the optimism I choose to live by. ^_,~;;

Adulthood, here I come. ;)