Superbly-Unbelievably-Nutty- DAY.

I just got home not too long ago from my nephew's birthday. Ethan's. He's 1 month old as of today; and I can already tell he's going to rein so much hell upon his parents' lives in 6 years time.
To get ready for this grand occasion, my mother woke me up at around 9am today. I slept at 3 yesterday after a long and tumulus battle with Integration. And yes, I was not the least pleased with being woken up so abruptly by the songs of some Korean Singer so early in the morning. But eventually, I did.
I walked around like some zombie. I bumped my head against the door that was left ajar. Then I hurriedly bath, brushed my teeth and changed. Only when I reached the place did I realized that I was a fashion outcast. You don't want to know the nitty gritty details.

The venue was at West Coast. I live in on the Eastern Side of Singapore. So, yes, it was a long way there.
The day was considered early-a Sunday. So the train was practically deserted, save for the few migrant workers and Malay families on their way to visit some relatives. So there I was, the teenager clad in some quack attire with his ear phones plugged in. But that's how I liked things to be.

The quiet environment gave me the big big opportunity to think. And I mean really think. Hence, I made a rather run-through in my mind to see what things are worth pondering over. Then, I found it.

I can basically classify my life, so far, into 4-5 categorizes.
Phase of Bewilderment.
Phase of Curiosity.
Phase of Adventure.
Phase of Havoc.
Phase of Tests.

The first phase is commences from birth to about age 1. That's the Phase Ethan is at now. At this stage, everything is novel in your eyes. Everything. You find that man picking his nose funny, you find the couple smooching captivating and you actually may like to watch MTV. It's in this phase where you get to see your parents acting in the manner which they will only do so when they hit retirement. Yes indeed. They make funny faces at you. They are extremely patient with you. And even if you spill that bowl of porridge on the floor for 3 times running, Mummy will still smile at you and give you another serving. Unfortunately for the majority, I think that almost all of us cannot remember anything during this time. Can you?

The second phase is from age 1 to about age 3. This is rather similar to the Age of Discovery where all things unknown were found. Like America. Like the Black Death. But all things begin small. So, what was I doing at that age then? I can only recall faint memories of watching shows like Dragonball and Doraemon. Hmm. I guess I just discovered television. And myopia.

The Phase of Adventure. Age 3 to 6. I think I love this stage. I can remember fondly fixing those megazords from Power Rangers. My Dad won't hesitate to splurge money on these merchandises. Looking back, he seemed to have a lot more fun than I did. Ha ha. Anyway, it was also around this age that I got acquainted to BMX. But with training wheels. My first bike was a yellowish-green. And I often rode it along with my cousins at East Coast. I guess it was around that time when my passion for adventure kicked in. But strangely though, although I could maneuver myself very easily, serpentine even, between the pillars of the block, I often found myself riding into the gutters of the jogging track. Quite a disastrous experience.

The next phase. Havoc. Age 6-12. It was both hell at home and at school. At home, I would duel with Mum. She armed with the rattan and me with those kiddy chairs. I am serious. I was one heck of a violent kid. So there was the frequent slamming of doors to express hate, shouting and screaming. And of course, the signature red marks on the thighs whenever I behaved inappropriately. Then there was hell at school. I battled the epic fight with Ari thematic every bloody day. And at the lab, I always got pointed out by Miss Liew for either misbehaving or just spacing out. That's if you could remember.
I don't know about you guys; but the age of 12 was the happiest year of my life. Albeit I got hospitalised. The age of 12 seems like the benchmark of everything. I read it at the back of Vitamin bottles at people under the age of 12 are supposed to have 1 pill and those above should have 2. So, before you turn 12, you just have that mentality of doing things with utmost care. But grow beyond 12, and you cast caution to the back of your head and party all night long. But life works in a many wonderful ways. After 12, you want to stop growing.

The next phase of Tests. I think I leave this hanging. Too many things are happening now. And so far, I don't really like how matters are progressing.