All grown up.

Today's post is special, I've decided to feature someone.
Yes, meet my sister, Melanie, some of you may have seen her in school. Yes, she goes to the same school as me and we travel to school together almost everyday. The main thing that triggered me to bring myself to post about her was my stumbling upon her blog. Or rather, across a certain post of hers.....

I quote: All those innocent moments, all just thought by many people as everyday life, only come once-in-a-lifetime. We'll all soon be youths, in forty-nine and a half hours. Part of me feels like it doesn't want to become a youth, yet part of me does. I'm just really bored, and letting whatever comes to mind flow through my fingers and onto the keyboard. But, have you ever thought that those sweet innocent moments of your childhood, will be remembered? Or just plain forgotten? Yes, i know it's weird of me to type like this, but i want to, and nobody can stop me. think about your childhood moments, and reflect on them, will you remember them for the rest of your life? Or just throw them into the rubbish bin at one part of your brain? Well, let's just say that i kind of feel emo now, that we'll all turn into youths overnight in forty-nine and a half hours.

"Cherish the moments you have in life, because you have only one life to live."

That is WOW, like in depth for a 12-year old. When I was 12, I was still twitting away. I must say and hand it to my sister, she matures faster than me. Maybe she still has a large part of her childish behaviour, but the maturity level in her is definately higher. Be it the fact she copied off the internet, or she composed of the post herself, this is a great feat for me to accept. My sister's growing up, really fast. MY mum would usually tell me how my sister is very "manja" and how I would always want to carry her and how I would wrap my sister up in blankets and blankets of blankets to prevent her from getting a cold when its already so hot. I would build a "house" out of a sofa bed and the many chairs we used to have in the big house of ours and play "masak-masak" with Grandma and Grandpa. I never knew I used to care for my sister from such a tender age of 4 years old. Right now, its just the reverse. I don't want to talk to my sister, I shun her away, I tell her to shut up and its been months since I last hugged her.
No point regretting now, we just have to change our ways for a better future.

And to think I thought that the transition of 12 to 13 would be the same for her. I never knew that this would take such a huge toll on her. Damn.

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I've explained why I'm blogging about my sister already. Don't pester me further why, unless I'm alright with it.

There are three tests tomorrow: Chemistry, Biology and E-Math.
I shall best be off now.
Goodnight!