I just realised that in two weeks, I’ll no longer be a teen.

That actually sounds really sad to me because I really love and enjoy being a teen despite all the rebellion and constant battles between me and my family.

Being a teenager is like an excuse to do what you want and get hell for it. Mother and Father can no longer pull me by the ear and force me to do exactly what they want. Compromises can be made instead. Guidelines drawn out. Privacy respected. And all of those usual things.

Whenever I start to think and behave in my childish manner, Mother and Father would go, “You’re reaching 15…” or “You’re coming 17…” or even “You’re 18-years-old already…” and (the most recent) “You’re almost 20, almost an adult…”

I loathe these startings. They make me look like I’m still a kid. I can’t help it. They make me feel like one whenever they talk to me. I guess I can’t blame them since I’ve got three younger siblings behind me.

Anyhow, dear Joanne was bugging me to tell the 7ners what I wanted for my birthday and I have kindly made a wishlist to prevent any of them from pulling their hair out in frustration. I’d hate to see my friends go bald because of a silly birthday gift.

And yes, if you’ve noticed, I’ve added some more stuff about me.