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Reaching the last stage of your teen years can be bitter-sweet. It can be daunting yet exciting as we move into the working world and officially become independent; and knowing that the choices you have made in the past will effect your future. I often contemplated about life and reflected on what I have accomplished so far. Every year I round up with a list of things that I wanted to do, and a list of things I didn't want to do. I also had a list of things that I couldn't care less, such as journal entries, diaries and blogging. So how did I end up here?
The last time I kept a long-term diary was when I was 9 or 10 years old. Looking back, my entries were all about boy germs and the boys' I had a crush on; which according to my sister, I had a lot. She told me that she was older, so she had the authority to read it. I guess at the time, she didn't understand the phrase: 'invasion of privacy'. Plus, it was also silly of me to leave the keys attached to the lock. She told me that everything will be kept hidden or safe if it was placed underneath your pillow. I guess she skipped the 'except from me' part. Of course you believe everything your older sibling tells you, because their older, wiser, taller and you assume they will never lie to you. As I reminiscence about this, I thought it was very cute, embarrassing, childish and conveyed the age of innocence children once had before adolescence.
Nowadays, I find it harder for me to commit myself in keeping a journal, write and express my thoughts everyday on paper. However, blogging does give an advantage, and it is easier to remember, since I use my laptop like 24/7. So, I wouldn't completely rule it out of my 'wanted to do' list.
The first and last time I blogged was for my Japanese class in grade 9. It was to help us communicate with students from Japan. It was extremely difficult and frustrating because each day we had to post something and it has to be written in Japanese. To be honest, it didn't have much effect. None of the Japanese students responded. However, I wouldn't say I hated it. Part of me quite enjoyed it, but the motivation was never there.
The motivation to blog popped into my head on one sleepless night on the 2nd of July in 2014, at 2:35 am. It wasn't an impulse decision. A few of my close friends have blogs and have encouraged me to give it ago. To me, blogging is a very interesting concept. One of my friends said that blogging was quite therapeutic to spill out your thoughts and ideas instead of keeping them inside yourself. Although, I don't know who is reading it, I hope that this might be able to encourage or surprise someone or change their point of view. I have so many thoughts that I have struggled and continue to struggle to express out. I bury these thoughts and ideas because I'm afraid and scared of showing my vulnerable side, being looked down, or what people might think of me.
So, I wonder what you readers think of me? Out of the blue, I would often ask my friends to describe me in one word. Nice, kind, caring ...(these are the common words that always pop up). I decided to describe myself in words that I thought truly characterizes me.
Hi! I'm.... Nadia. Student. 18. Friendly. Music. Quiet. Sleeper. Nursing. Midwifery. Wishful. Christian. September. Crier. Winter. Shy. Imaginative. Fruit. Prawns. Chicken. Purple. Respectful. Listener. Curious. Eater. Sympathiser. Emotional. Random. Outsider. Insecure. Doubter. Fragile... but I guess the word 'blogger' also applies to me now.
Reaching the last stage of your teen years can be bitter-sweet. It can be daunting yet exciting as we move into the working world and officially become independent; and knowing that the choices you have made in the past will effect your future. I often contemplated about life and reflected on what I have accomplished so far. Every year I round up with a list of things that I wanted to do, and a list of things I didn't want to do. I also had a list of things that I couldn't care less, such as journal entries, diaries and blogging. So how did I end up here?
The last time I kept a long-term diary was when I was 9 or 10 years old. Looking back, my entries were all about boy germs and the boys' I had a crush on; which according to my sister, I had a lot. She told me that she was older, so she had the authority to read it. I guess at the time, she didn't understand the phrase: 'invasion of privacy'. Plus, it was also silly of me to leave the keys attached to the lock. She told me that everything will be kept hidden or safe if it was placed underneath your pillow. I guess she skipped the 'except from me' part. Of course you believe everything your older sibling tells you, because their older, wiser, taller and you assume they will never lie to you. As I reminiscence about this, I thought it was very cute, embarrassing, childish and conveyed the age of innocence children once had before adolescence.
Nowadays, I find it harder for me to commit myself in keeping a journal, write and express my thoughts everyday on paper. However, blogging does give an advantage, and it is easier to remember, since I use my laptop like 24/7. So, I wouldn't completely rule it out of my 'wanted to do' list.
The first and last time I blogged was for my Japanese class in grade 9. It was to help us communicate with students from Japan. It was extremely difficult and frustrating because each day we had to post something and it has to be written in Japanese. To be honest, it didn't have much effect. None of the Japanese students responded. However, I wouldn't say I hated it. Part of me quite enjoyed it, but the motivation was never there.
The motivation to blog popped into my head on one sleepless night on the 2nd of July in 2014, at 2:35 am. It wasn't an impulse decision. A few of my close friends have blogs and have encouraged me to give it ago. To me, blogging is a very interesting concept. One of my friends said that blogging was quite therapeutic to spill out your thoughts and ideas instead of keeping them inside yourself. Although, I don't know who is reading it, I hope that this might be able to encourage or surprise someone or change their point of view. I have so many thoughts that I have struggled and continue to struggle to express out. I bury these thoughts and ideas because I'm afraid and scared of showing my vulnerable side, being looked down, or what people might think of me.
So, I wonder what you readers think of me? Out of the blue, I would often ask my friends to describe me in one word. Nice, kind, caring ...(these are the common words that always pop up). I decided to describe myself in words that I thought truly characterizes me.
Hi! I'm.... Nadia. Student. 18. Friendly. Music. Quiet. Sleeper. Nursing. Midwifery. Wishful. Christian. September. Crier. Winter. Shy. Imaginative. Fruit. Prawns. Chicken. Purple. Respectful. Listener. Curious. Eater. Sympathiser. Emotional. Random. Outsider. Insecure. Doubter. Fragile... but I guess the word 'blogger' also applies to me now.
To those who know me and read this blog will hopefully learn more about me, or get to know me better. As for you other strangers, I hope the future posts will make you smile, laugh, reflect and wonder.
