Today is the last day of the first decade of the Noughties and it only feels appropriate to conclude the year (or rather the decade) in a post to be remembered in the future. Yesterday I was reading the StarTwo section that captured the dourly important events that had happened throughout the decade. I feel that they were quite right in saying ‘what a thorny stalk of rose the decade has been’.
A rose, however, despite it’s thorns, have always been a symbol of love. It comes to show that there are always two sides to a story, and it is up to you, which want you want to look at. Personally, the past decade has been the most transformative years of my life. From being an 11-year old who wants to be a scientist (ha ha.. yes, laugh my friends) to someone who refuses to accept the imperfections of our world just as it is. The hardship, the success, the people, the schools, the laughters and the tears that I’ve experienced have shaped who I am today. The scars from the challenges faced have made me stronger, aware of reality while the success and laughter has provided me with a healthy dosage of optimism.
Earlier this year, my grandmother had a heart attack and I cannot remember a time where I am more worried in my life. My grandmother has fully recovered but that experience made me rediscover the importance of family. I personally feel like a bond have been re-established with my wonderfully silly cousins, my adorably cute little cousins, my aunts and uncles, my sisters & brothers & parents who drive me up to the wall at times but whom I can never stay mad at for a long time. These roses are thorn-less. :)Try to view the world with an open mind as you are bound to meet people who don’t share the same values with you. There are always two sides to a story.
It is appropriate I suppose to conclude the year by pointing out the things (other than my family) that stood out the most. First and foremost, fellow bandmates & classmates of 3A whom I felt at home with first. Those 5 years and your friendship will be treasured forever. Not forgetting the lit people, the teacher who gave a lot of guidance & encouragement & put up with our naughtiness, and especially the ‘Thursday Gang’ who made A-Levels not as dull & uptight as it really was. Many of our REALLY widely-ranged-talks that were usually accompanied by ironically appropriate background music. All those talks eventually led to where I am today, doing a degree in International Relations. Funny enough, my current course-mates remind me a lot of PL5. I think most of them listen to the music that we avoid (:P), but they are just as perky and optimistic! Even the lecturers remind me of the enthusiasm and passion that Ms Anne had when she taught us. I am blessed to have consistently come across a wonderful bunch of people wherever I go.
Let's hope he doesn't find out I put this up :P
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!
