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HAH!
I'm turning 21 tomorrow, and every year, I whine about growing older, but not this year, because see, I'm maturing. Very good, I must say to myself. Long gone, was that stupid girl who cries every year because she's growing older. To think about it, 17 is such a lovely number to shout out when someone asks you how old you are. Getting older has it perks tho, you can drink alcohol, you can dance till the latest hours of the night in the raunchiest night clubs and people wouldnt stare at you leeringly because you're a minor, unless they're super korean pervs from reiji. WTF You can also get knocked up and no one can have a say in it or batt their eyelids unless they're busy body wanna know it all. I've noticed birthdays doesnt even matter anymore, because wrinkles and stupid things will eventually catch up, and its your own personal growth that is most important.

I had a great super advanced birthday party in Brisbane, thank you sincerely to Jasmine, Joyce, Junko, Kimberley, Mung & Stella for celebrating it with me. I'm not a person who is fond of celebrating birthdays. Weird, I know, it's just a normal day, and this year it's worse, if dad wasnt having a party, I would probably not notice the dates and all.

My year as a 20 year old has been wonderful, and I can ask no more to liven it up. I've done things I have not done before and albeit, experience being all heart racing and all, it was worth it, like asking guys out, wtf, and asking guys for their facebooks, wth. It was a great experience and it at least something to talk about in the future. I also learnt that young guys are super cute, and hot, mostly from BGS. I also learnt that I'm in control of my body, and I've never felt so good about myself. Year 20 was probably the year I'm at my prettiest state, if i dare say so myself. WHAT!!?? haiya, in my opinion bah! That state probably lasted about 1 month, then surprise surprise, packed up all the stupid weight I lost. S)(!W@)(W)@(W)E#()#(
But hey, at least I know I can do it. YAY!!! I also know that I can predict futures, just yesterday!

I had a great, exciting year. YAY! and I hope next year would be similar or much more fun!!

& not forgetting, happy birthday pa.