I can't believe that I'm hitting 20 this year. It seemed like yesterday when I was still running around playing catching, hopscotch etc with my friends in primary school, training like mad in SJAB in secondary school, studying like mad in JC and now, I'm half way through semester 2 of year 1 in uni.
Time flies. And the thing is, I am actually beginning to talk about marriage with the girls. We are talking about when we wanna get married and betting who's gonna get married first.
Now, we that we are older, we think before we speak. We understand things that our younger selves didn't understand at that point in time. We learnt to appreciate people for their kindness. We learnt to be wise in what ought to be done/said.
Now I really understand the meaning of growing up. I never felt that I was growing older (except for the number) until 2013. I believe NUS has helped me grow up, especially after having stayed in Sheares Hall, you learn to have better friendships and relationships with people. Being in uni meant that I had to plan my education path on my own. No more having the school plan timetables for you. No more of just choosing the subjects you like (in JC) and have the timetable planned out. Here, I had to decide, plan, and even plan future paths, like SEP etc.
Sighpie, I'm the kind who would love to settle down and have a family before 25. But... no ideal guy yet. Whoever said it was easy to look for a bf in uni can go and die. Kidding. LOL. But seriously.
I don't want to admit that I'm 20, though many would say that I'm still young. But it's the final stretch before I'll have to face the REAL outside world. It kind of frightens me yet excites me.
I don't really want to grow up. I don't :(
