Going Seventeen

Being seventeen is such an accomplishment in my opinion. Being able to stay alive this long. Looking at how many crimes, accidents, and deaths happen each seconds, it was a miracle that I have lived for this long. Surviving so many illnesses and near-death clumsiness.

My name is Raras by the way, and I am seventeen. Yes, I am talking about myself. Praising myself about staying alive this far in life. Well, you can't blame me. Being someone who used to get major illness like twice a month, being able to survive this far can be called a miracle, even. Oh, not to mention my near-death experiences like almost falling from some high places and got hit by cars and other vehicles.

Is it normal to be this proud of reaching the age seventeen?

Okay, probably. And there are many other people who got more things to brag about. Like surviving a terminal illness like cancer, for example. And yeah, I have never experience cancer and hopefully won't get that experience. But as someone who her only goal was to be seventeen and get her ID card, it is a big thing.

STOP JUDGING.

Okay, enough about me being seventeen and that fact being such a huge thing. Instead, let's talk about the more boring stuffs.

Approximately within a week from my parents wedding, April 11th 1999, something happened between them. Something that caused ME to happen. So, if there's anyone who got a problem with me existing in this world, please go back to around those time, and prevent for that something to happen.

Around nine months after that something happened, on May 25th 2000 to be exact, I was born as a skinny baby. Super small and skinny. Nobody expect for the me now, 17 years later, then. But here I am, probably 10 times bigger than how I was a baby. They used to compare me to a sugar sack, but now I'm the size of two or three sacks of rice.

How fast time goes is scary to be very honest. One time, I was in elementary school, and now I'm already going to college soon. Well, changes and progress are inevitable anyway. So, I better enjoy it while I can.

The ones who taking in the fact that I'm growing up the hardest are probably my parents. While my siblings are probably very excited at the fact that I'm going off to college soon and most probably will leave the house. My parents tell me how much I changed from when I was baby - well, no joke, Pa, Ma - everyday. They also tell me not to leave home one day, and told me to take a scholarship to study overseas every other days.

But, well, I can't blame them either. I probably won't be able to let go of my first born either in the future - if I get married and have kids - but also want the best for them at the same time. So, I kinda understand my parents' behaviours at this issue. But when you're at the receiving end of it, it's kind of annoying at times.

By the way, about my siblings, there are two of them. A girl and a boy. 6 years and 9 years younger than me. They are such cuties but they like to bully me a lot. It's fine though, I love them.

What other boring details about me shall I talk about?

I don't know anything else, so I'll just post something else when I feel like it, hehe.

Bye! <3