Hi it’s 11 at night and I’m “working” in front of my computer with the lights off except for my table lamp.
I rmb how I used to show my dislike towards secondary school students ( after I’ve graduated from ntss, of course) because I find many teens in that age-group love to act cool and mature. har har har….oh goodness me! actually I think I was one of them. cos you know why? I’ve kept many rubbish from my secondary school days and I had to go through them bcos I have to clear away some of my stuff to make space for more. So I was reading my past scribbles and…..they are utterly embarrassing. I wouldn’t dare to read my past archives of this blog either….
So funny hor? Why do I not dare to face the experiences I’ve once had that made me who I am today? because it’s nothing honorific, in fact it is very childish and embarrassing such that I think, I’m afraid that the present me will judge the teenybopper I used to be.
Maybe I’ve changed in many ways over these few years and have forgotten how it is like to think like one in the early teens. Some people say I…make myself sound so old when I’m only just a few years apart since my graduation from ntss (4 years to be exact). But it’s true that I feel so different from who I was 4 years ago.
Growing older…yes, means increased maturity in the mind and physically. I learn to be slightly more practical, more mindful of my body, speech and mind… Does that mean that I make better decisions? I don’t know…
I don’t know how to consider one as becoming wiser… definitely not to judge if I’ve improved in maths or not.