fack la.

sec 3, or should i say 15 year old life is certainly no bed of roses.

it's the stage where people make the progression from a kid to an adult.

and don't you dare sneer and go, "bah! what kind of problems could you have?" because my generation is not the same as the last, and i also know that this probably applies to every generation.

i can't speak for everyone, but nowadays we teens do emo sometimes. and our definition of emo is different from the sunday time's highly warped version. they published an article saying "is your kid an emo?" and went on to talk about slashing wrists and other stuff.

BAH TO THAT.

because that's not what emo means in the context that we talk to our friends abt.

"cheer up don't emo k!"

emo means emotional. being emotional certainly does not equate slashing wrists and slashing wrists alone. in fact emo may be good in some ways. it makes people think more. it makes people become sensitive. of course, over-sensitivity is bad but if we could appreciate the art of keeping it light, that would be ideal.

being emotional lets me ponder about the world, about why i am on earth. this in turn leads to me reaffirming my beliefs and setting solid aims and goals for myself. in what way is this negative, may i ask? being emo also lets us think about other people and how they're feeling. in turn, we consider other people's perspectives too.

anyway.

back to my 15 year old life.

despite my tender age of 15, i am a deep thinker and do have ideas and contributions which are worth noting. i try my best to think with an objective mind and school, friends, and food do not make up everything that i'm concerned with.

in other words, i'm not a kid anymore. i have troubles and problems which are not only about schoolwork.

let's recap.

i can remember virtually nothing about events that happened from age 0-5. except the occasional happy memory about feeding kangaroos in australia.

for age 6-8, i do remember having a mind of my own. i spent most of my time thinking about friends and school.

from age 9 i was a little more opiniated. i remember thinking that i have thoughts, i can think! i remember thinking that i was quite grown-up already.

around age 12, which was p6, i knew more about society and our nation. i was less innocent, more wary of the evils of humanity at large, but still mainly concerned about psle, perhaps a little about my primary school crush. watching tv was a fun pasttime and so was going out with friends.

at 13 i entered rgs. it was, and still is a wonderful environment. i don't regret choosing this school. life got a little more complicated, and backstabbing and bitching was introduced. but still, life went on. same for 14.

and now, here i am at 15. though the year is still young, my life has taken a ride through a series of tulmultous events that leave me emoing, but stronger after said period of emoing, and glad that i have experienced them.

firstly was all that business with him. what can i say, love is supposed to be bittersweet and it wasn't love anyway. just a dumb crush.

right after my wound had healed slightly came this whole thing about hanakimi.

you may think it's stupid to emo because of a tv show, but i read more into it. (more about that next time).

i'm almost through the emoing phase, gonna make it and trying hard to recover.

watch out, cos i'll be back with a vengeance ;)

ps: damn. i wanted to open this blog to my friends but i think cannot le. too much personal stuff.

fack la.

sec 3, or should i say 15 year old life is certainly no bed of roses.

it's the stage where people make the progression from a kid to an adult.

and don't you dare sneer and go, "bah! what kind of problems could you have?" because my generation is not the same as the last, and i also know that this probably applies to every generation.

i can't speak for everyone, but nowadays we teens do emo sometimes. and our definition of emo is different from the sunday time's highly warped version. they published an article saying "is your kid an emo?" and went on to talk about slashing wrists and other stuff.

BAH TO THAT.

because that's not what emo means in the context that we talk to our friends abt.

"cheer up don't emo k!"

emo means emotional. being emotional certainly does not equate slashing wrists and slashing wrists alone. in fact emo may be good in some ways. it makes people think more. it makes people become sensitive. of course, over-sensitivity is bad but if we could appreciate the art of keeping it light, that would be ideal.

being emotional lets me ponder about the world, about why i am on earth. this in turn leads to me reaffirming my beliefs and setting solid aims and goals for myself. in what way is this negative, may i ask? being emo also lets us think about other people and how they're feeling. in turn, we consider other people's perspectives too.

anyway.

back to my 15 year old life.

despite my tender age of 15, i am a deep thinker and do have ideas and contributions which are worth noting. i try my best to think with an objective mind and school, friends, and food do not make up everything that i'm concerned with.

in other words, i'm not a kid anymore. i have troubles and problems which are not only about schoolwork.

let's recap.

i can remember virtually nothing about events that happened from age 0-5. except the occasional happy memory about feeding kangaroos in australia.

for age 6-8, i do remember having a mind of my own. i spent most of my time thinking about friends and school.

from age 9 i was a little more opiniated. i remember thinking that i have thoughts, i can think! i remember thinking that i was quite grown-up already.

around age 12, which was p6, i knew more about society and our nation. i was less innocent, more wary of the evils of humanity at large, but still mainly concerned about psle, perhaps a little about my primary school crush. watching tv was a fun pasttime and so was going out with friends.

at 13 i entered rgs. it was, and still is a wonderful environment. i don't regret choosing this school. life got a little more complicated, and backstabbing and bitching was introduced. but still, life went on. same for 14.

and now, here i am at 15. though the year is still young, my life has taken a ride through a series of tulmultous events that leave me emoing, but stronger after said period of emoing, and glad that i have experienced them.

firstly was all that business with him. what can i say, love is supposed to be bittersweet and it wasn't love anyway. just a dumb crush.

right after my wound had healed slightly came this whole thing about hanakimi.

you may think it's stupid to emo because of a tv show, but i read more into it. (more about that next time).

i'm almost through the emoing phase, gonna make it and trying hard to recover.

watch out, cos i'll be back with a vengeance ;)

ps: damn. i wanted to open this blog to my friends but i think cannot le. too much personal stuff.