Keep mum.



then dad would be really upset.

Growing up means things would naturally become more complicated. Too complicated for our little brains, and too complicated for us to handle. Reading the zaobao news article on the campus superstar's top four's " first times ". It made me realise how many things are actually first times to us. Everyday is a first time, a new day, a different day. Every quarrel with friends is a fresh one, even if the reason as to so are accumulated over time, even if the reason might have been repeted a thousand times before.

Growing up means we have to act our age, know when to be serious and when to play. We have to learn to cope with our own life on our own, slowly spread open the wings our parents carefully took care of over the years. We must learn to be independent, pioritise our schedule, learn the basic social skills. Sixteen, we all have or are turning sixteen soon, we have only five more years till we reach adulthood. Why are we still stuggling with the years of growing up? I have no idea. We still make stupid mistakes, we still can't bring ourselves to do the right thing, we can't differentiate the RIGHT THING. And maybe sometimes much less know how to differentiate the trigo terms.

Tsk, more philosophy essays that always lead to no where...