You know those stages in life when you experience changes?
What's that word for it... uhh...
Yep, that's the word.
I remember my first day of kindergarten. Only vaguely, but I think it counts.
When my baby teeth started falling out, grown-ups decided to tease me by saying my teeth were dropping coz I was eating too much candy. People from church, parents' friends, even my school teacher.
I was really annoyed back then. I had to keep explaining to them that it's not because of my over-consumption of sweet stuff.
You know how kids are always fed with the mentality that only naughty children eat too much sweets. Ugh. Stupid brain-washing adults. Don't they know kids might take it way too seriously? Gosh, I hope I won't be like that when I'm *officially* an adult (ONE MORE YEAR TO GO!!).
Anyway. So being the innocent kid I was, I didn't want adults to think that my teeth were falling out because I ate too many sweets; but when I denied it, they'd start to ask "Well, if you're not eating too much candy, why are you losing your teeth?"
Of course, being the innocent, logical kid I was, I'd reply "My baby teeth are falling out to make place for my adult teeth to grow," and they'd reply "Bah!! There's no such thing as teeth falling out! You must have been a very naughty girl to be eating so much candy."
Of course, I now know that they were just kidding - but back then, I was just really, really pissed.
*I'm not a bad girl!! I don't eat candy!!! My teeth are just falling out because I'm growing up!!!*
First day of school, first day your baby teeth start dropping out, first day your mum brings you bra-shopping. First day your vagina drips blood (pardon the crudeness), the first day your heart stops beating because of a member of the opposite sex.
As you grow older, you start to realize that you're getting more and more used to life, and because there's no more "changes" to look forward to (except for menopause - lols okay I'll stop being pessimistic and crude), sometimes, even at your early twenties, you'll start to think:
"Shit, this is it. I'm done growing up. Whatever happened to the past 20 years?"
Not to worry, Rachel the wise has come up with a comforting line:
"Don't worry. Your body has one more change coming. Wisdom teeth."
Unfortunately for me, my wisdom teeth are biting into my gums and they're killing me.
Exams are in a week's time.
(Well I figured there's a smiley, why not a frowney?)
I thought this was gonna be a two-line post or something; I thought I'd just announce that I'm going to stop blogging for a while till my exams are over, but I guess I blabbered a tad too much huh?
Anyways. Not coming back till exams' over.