So yeah, before I begin. (Emphasis mine).
Jerry oh yeah...we have a blog
Jerry :P
connie` that's RIGHT, jerry, we DO have a blog
Jerry i forgot
connie` *ahem*
Jerry i've not seen it in ages
Jerry maybe i should post some fishing pictures up there
connie` exactly
Excellent idea, Jerry. I'm still waiting.
Anyway, I just really like to thank each and everyone of you who wished me on my birthday. I think I replied most SMSes and sent out a few emails, but it really means a lot to me that you guys remembered, especially with all of us in different places, in different parts of the world. So, thank you very much, from the depths of my heart.
Turning 20 isn't a huge thing for me - it's sort of a bittersweet feeling. I liken it to being stuck in this sort of limbo between two worlds. On one side is a world of innocence and childishness, the childhood and teenage years where I can still be carefree and not have to worry about 'life'. On the other is the world of adulthood where while I will be somewhat 'independent', responsibilities and "reality" awaits as well. 20 is the age when I'm no longer a 'teen' as such, but I'm not considered an adult (if we were to adhere to the unwritten rule that adulthood only begins at twenty-one).
My BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) group leader gave me a chocolate cake a few days before the first of August, which was really sweet of her. My housemates made a lovely 'Happy 20th Birthday, Connie' sign and stuck it on the wall in the living room, and blew up balloons. They presented me with a really cute set of pajamas... (and here's where I reveal that, yes, I wear bright and colourful PJs to bed, and will remain a strict PJs person for the rest of my sleeping life). It's blue, with cute cat prints all over it. (They wanted to get the cow one, but it didn't have my size. The 'cow' thing is another story, which I shall not elaborate on for reasons which need not be mentioned.)
My cell group surprised me with a cake after prayer meet on the day, so that was really sweet. But honestly, it was just like any other Wednesday to me. The whole day was spent in uni, and it had been a really busy day, and by the time I reached home (late) on my birthday (after prayer meet, the cake, and then worship practice after), I was too exhausted to feel any joy or elation over the events of the day... aside from the fact that it was really quite ordinary if I took out all the 'birthday' bits.
If I had to sum up 'turning twenty', it'll just be this: bittersweet. So fast it seems, that 20 years of my life has sped by, and I'm here. Wasn't it only yesterday that we were still 17, and thinking that the twenties seemed so far off, and appeared to us practically ancient?
Jerry oh yeah...we have a blog
Jerry :P
connie` that's RIGHT, jerry, we DO have a blog
Jerry i forgot
connie` *ahem*
Jerry i've not seen it in ages
Jerry maybe i should post some fishing pictures up there
connie` exactly
Excellent idea, Jerry. I'm still waiting.
Anyway, I just really like to thank each and everyone of you who wished me on my birthday. I think I replied most SMSes and sent out a few emails, but it really means a lot to me that you guys remembered, especially with all of us in different places, in different parts of the world. So, thank you very much, from the depths of my heart.
Turning 20 isn't a huge thing for me - it's sort of a bittersweet feeling. I liken it to being stuck in this sort of limbo between two worlds. On one side is a world of innocence and childishness, the childhood and teenage years where I can still be carefree and not have to worry about 'life'. On the other is the world of adulthood where while I will be somewhat 'independent', responsibilities and "reality" awaits as well. 20 is the age when I'm no longer a 'teen' as such, but I'm not considered an adult (if we were to adhere to the unwritten rule that adulthood only begins at twenty-one).
My BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) group leader gave me a chocolate cake a few days before the first of August, which was really sweet of her. My housemates made a lovely 'Happy 20th Birthday, Connie' sign and stuck it on the wall in the living room, and blew up balloons. They presented me with a really cute set of pajamas... (and here's where I reveal that, yes, I wear bright and colourful PJs to bed, and will remain a strict PJs person for the rest of my sleeping life). It's blue, with cute cat prints all over it. (They wanted to get the cow one, but it didn't have my size. The 'cow' thing is another story, which I shall not elaborate on for reasons which need not be mentioned.)
My cell group surprised me with a cake after prayer meet on the day, so that was really sweet. But honestly, it was just like any other Wednesday to me. The whole day was spent in uni, and it had been a really busy day, and by the time I reached home (late) on my birthday (after prayer meet, the cake, and then worship practice after), I was too exhausted to feel any joy or elation over the events of the day... aside from the fact that it was really quite ordinary if I took out all the 'birthday' bits.
If I had to sum up 'turning twenty', it'll just be this: bittersweet. So fast it seems, that 20 years of my life has sped by, and I'm here. Wasn't it only yesterday that we were still 17, and thinking that the twenties seemed so far off, and appeared to us practically ancient?
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