Legally 21

So,

It's my 21st BUTTDAY (the doc spanked my butt when I was born, and I cried). Another year older, another year wiser. But I still feel the same.

Nope, I didn't have a big party to celebrate my 21st. Actually, as I grow older I kinda dislike the idea of having to entertain many groups (although most of them can entertain themselves). Instead, I had an almost a week long of of small birthday celebrations - starting with a surprise dinner at Lynn's with the other church friends, followed by dinner with secondary clique, lunch with Pegs and dinner with my uni ladies. On the Big day itself, lunch and movie with two of the people I cherish most.

I'VE JOIN THE CLUB! HOORAY!

Looking back at the past one year, I've learnt a few more things about myself. I've become more afraid of man, more afraid of responsibilities and even more afraid at not doing well. Maybe it's through all these things that God is making me less reliant of myself and more reliant on Him. I've become really dependent on Him.

To the me of the future (actually when you just so happen to reread this post), please know that the journey after being legal would not be easy as well. BUT HOLD ON TO GOD! When you lose all confidence in yourself, HOLD ON TO GOD. When men betray you and there's no one you trust, HOLD ON TO GOD. When you feel lonely, HOLD ON TO GOD.

Nothing's change, nothing's better. To the 21 year old me - hold on to God.

Oh man, this is such a depressing post. Shall end on a lighter note.