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my seventeenth..

i knew i grew up. time changed. life metamorphosed. i matured.

unlike before, i didn’t look forward to the celebration. i didn’t asked for a cake or an ice cream. i didn’t invite lots of friends. i just wanted that day to be over. ’cause it was more than just a date. it actually symbolized an ending, a beginning, and a continuance.

now that my seventeenth birthday had passed, i couldn’t seem to see much difference. yet i feel very different. perhaps, i learned that changes are not always obvious. sometimes, i have to let them pass by naturally. sometimes, it’s better to be not-so-self-conscious. ’cause genuine changes are those that i don’t notice, but other people do.

maybe it’s time to end my bad old ways. maybe it’s time to be a real angel. to stop grieving over old faults. and to be who i really want to be, not just a programmed and brainwashed kid. maybe it’s time to continue the battle i started, a battle in which i am the enemy of my own self. i have to beat my own records. i have to defeat old triumphs. ’cause the Angel i know is always ready to fight, sets better reputations everyday, and makes her history profound and superb.

i guess it took me seventeen years to realized all these. i know it’s not too late for changes. i still have my whole life ahead of me anyway…

…and i have to make sure that this life is worth living.

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2 responses

  1. Good for you Miss.Angle. I still see many young people who don’t realize what they are supoose to do at their age. If my memories are good you are the eldest among your siblings and you thinking like is good for them 🙂

    April 29, 2009 at 4:55 AM

    • thanks.
      yeah, your memory is great 🙂
      well, actually i’m still thinking what to do in my life for real.
      haha!
      .
      .
      but i guess i’m on the right path.

      May 2, 2009 at 6:55 PM

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