Thursday, July 13, 2006  11:01 PM
Moving on; she moves along
The past few events have made me realise how time flies, and that I'm no longer a teenager, but a young adult on to my second year in university, and I'm supposed to be mature with the whole no-more-excuses-for-doing-stupid-things mindset. Admittedly, I'm scared of the future. I dislike change, preferring to live in this sentimental world of my past. But this inexorable passage of time just takes us forward so relentlessly that I barely have time to think, and before we all know it, we are (hopefully and prayerfully) going to be married with kids and then our life will just revolve around the kids. Mmmm. Back to the past week - Sharon's birthday at Hyatt was a lovely event to remember. This glam girl, also known as Scarlett and Yan, has joined the twenty club, leaving only one of us at nineteen. That also means that more than half a year has gone by, and we are getting older faster than we think we are. Dinner at Pete's Place stuffing ourselves silly with every kind of bread you can imagine complete with spreads and olive oil; service excellent and company nothing less than perfect. Desserts at Marriott (oh the mango pudding!) was an ideal finish to a glamourous night out. Soft spots. What do you think it really means when you say you have a soft spot for someone? To give in more easily, to like someone slightly more or to have the tendency to be biased? Or is it really a subtle way of describing a possibility of something more? That conversation with the girls will be one I'm likely to remember for life. School Uniform Day in church on Sunday - the silly brainchild of Sharon and I, supported by a few others in church - was a (I can't think of any other word) cute event and to me, a tad nostalgic as we donned our school uniforms once again. I miss those secondary school days of ponytails and white canvas shoes, daydreaming in the sweltering heat during math and the nothing-else-can-compare joy of recess. And the moment I put on that blue skirt, I felt like a kid again despite the fact that I would have broken about a million school rules. Dyed hair, too big earrings, ankle socks, coloured shoes, short skirt, tucked-out t-shirt... And yesterday, freshmen orientation camp at Sentosa. Has it already been one year? When I watched the freshmen cheering the same cheers I had reluctantly mumbled a year back, it hit me that I was a sophomore now. A second-year student, not the youngest in the course anymore - maybe it's finally time to grow up and take studying seriously. Oh, but what fun yesterday was! The glorious sun made certain of my golden tan, and the whole experience on the chairlift and the luge was spine-tingling. We screamed like idiots when we were told to stand at the designated spots where the chairlift would just lift us up, and when we went higherhigherhigher with our legs dangling and flip-flops threatening to fall off, I hardly remembered to admire the breathtaking scenery. It was more of screaming and marvelling at how high up I was. Typical me. And the luge experience; I did feel somewhat like a F1 racer! Release to go faster, and pull in to slow down - I loved it when there were bends and I could decide how much to angle the luge. Absolutely intoxicating. Oh yes, and I finally got Rongjun - Mr. I-don't-smile-when-I take-photos-cos-I-hate-taking-photos-anyway to SMILE (or his definition of a smile) for a photo with me. (See above!) Haha. I can hardly believe he's a programmer at camp. And this is the same person who left halfway during the camp last year because he just couldn't take it. Time changes us, moulds us, makes us look different - but really, I'm just that little girl trapped inside looking out at the world with wide-eyed trepidation and hope at what the future will bring.
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