Chap Chit and Its not all about me.

Yes.
I am turning seventeen.
BUT
it's not all about me.
My parents should be celebrating, not me.
My friends should be celebrating, not me.
Here are a couple of thank you messages.

Mum and Dad [No particular order] - Wow. 17 years, and you show the same care for me as when I was one. I thank you for all the undying care and love you've shown to me in these 17 years.You moulded me to what I am today and I hope you are as proud of me as I am you. Thank you.

The RatPack [yes that's all you people who i call friends] - a Person does not make himself. It's People whom make others who they are. I thank you all for all the times you've have been there for me. It doesn't end here.

It's a big jump,
16 to 17.
I am no longer a student,
a kid.
I still remember clearly that;
when I was 2, I ate bread and candy for breakfast.
when I was 3, I fell down and cried.
when I was 5, I thought my parents were the royals of Singapore.
when I was 7, I thought girls were disgusting.
when I was 10, I thought that the world revolved around me.
when I was 13, I realized that girls were not disgusting.
when I was 15, I fell down and laughed the pain off.
now I am 17, I know that the world doesn't revolve around me.
I miss the times on the school parade square,
laughing, carefree.
I miss the times, when getting candy was my only problem.

I miss being 8.