I'll be turning 20 this December.
20 years is a freaking long period of time and lots can and have happened.

Ages 0-6:

I was a lonely kid who looked too much like a boy. My parents bought me many frilly dresses, hoping that I wouldn't grow up to be a tom boy. On my 5th birthday (judging from the photos), I wore this disgustingly red romper to school and had my classmates sing me a birthday song. I think I nearly died and went to heaven for the extremely embarrassed.

Ages 7-12:

Life was a breeze and friendships were less complicated, no back stabbing bitching two faced people. Most memorable incident when I was 12: I sat beside a boy, and this horrible boy loved shaking his pens. One fine day, the cap came off and idk how or what happened to the pen but my uniform got splattered with red ink and I looked like I was about to cry. I love my jeans and shorts to death. I hated dresses, skirts and every other girly thing. I was short, nerdy and ugly - I will not sugarcoat the sad truth. I still look at my primary school pictures and tell my parents I want them burnt and they'll say, "Well then you'll have to burn the whole trove". I <3 my supportive parents.

Ages 13-16:

Academically, I cruised through secondary school with average grades.

Socially: absolutely retarded. I had no life - it was school, tuition, school, tuition. My pocket money was pathetic. I mostly went home straight after school because it was a treat to be able to do that and I had no money to do anything fun anyways. But, I made a couple of close friends, the kind you know you're gonna hang out with for life.

What I wore: boardshorts were my life. Roxy ripcurl billabong Op. And they were those hideously long ones that touched the knee caps.

LOVE WAS IN THE AIR. I WAS IN LOVE, I BREATHED LOVE, I was the poster child for love. Perhaps if I were a comic character at this point I'd have had little hearts floating out of my head. But it was a crazy kind of love - very emotional, very insane, very volatile.

Ages 17-20:

Poly. Probably the best couple of years I've had. Pretty smooth sailing. Life treated me really well, I had my virgin karaoke and mahjong experience, been to Universal Studios, spent an insane amount of time with Kenny, hang out more with my bffflutd and poly clique. Socially, I'm a little less retarded, though if you look my Facebook wall, I've joined the group: ("It's awkward to say hi, so I will just pretend that I didn't see you").LIFE'S GOOD. It's only going to get better from here, hopefully.