The Perks of Being Older:)

And so I turned 24. It's no secret. Actually I don't detest growing old too much.
I mean it's nice to be young but if growing old is something that is inevitable, then I'm not going to waste my time worrying about it.

Of course it's nice if I can forever hold on to that baby skin and hair, but I have learn to embrace every stage of my life:)

There are perks of growing up really. And even if you don't think so, I don't care because I'm the Queen today!

The Perks of Growing Older
1. I do not need to be cool. I can go out looking like I just woke up if I feel like it. I don't have to make sure I wear the right colors of the season. Fashion, only if I like it.

2. I don't have to make friends with the whole world. I don't feel the pressure to be Miss Popular.

3. I dare to voice my opinions. Being not afraid of peer pressure and popularity is a liberating thing.

4. I now have more life experiences to share. But if there is really one bad thing about growing up though is when one don't heed my advices and go through the hard way like I did.It's kind of helpless when I can't prevent love ones from going through the hardship. In any case though, I am glad with age, I have more life stories to share:)

5. Materials needs become more viable now. A house, a car and yes diamonds become attainable. Ok, what I really like is being financially independent. More than just not living off my parents, I like the ability of being able to contribute.

6. I don't emo anymore. The ocassional PMS maybe but I don't get depressed and angsty over every little thing.

7. And lastly I get to enjoy shock expressions of taxi uncles when I respond to their: " You studying in poly ah?" :)

Well, in any case I don't feel 24. When I am 13, I would have thought by 24 I would be a full pledge adult, a age I would get married.
But now that I am 24, I cannot imagine getting married.

Still, I love my life 12 or 24:)


Giver of every breath I breathe
Author of all eternity
Giver of every perfect thing, to you be the glory
Maker of heaven and of earth
No one can comprehend your worth
King over all the universe, to You be the glory
And I am alive because I'm alive in you
And it's all because of Jesus I'm alive
It's all because the blood of Jesus Christ
That covers me and raised this dead man's life
It's all because of Jesus I'm alive

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