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Tuesday, October 08, 2013
Turning 22

There's a certain law proposed by the EU that proposes the 'Right to be Forgotten.' Basically, if I regret posting an unglam picture of myself online 10 years from now, I can request for the websites to remove them permanently to protect my reputation.

That proposed law was recently veto-ed. Bad news, considering how I'm the kind of person who'd eat the doughnuts first and regret it only after they've showed up on my butt. Do now, think later.

I recently turned 22. After a very loud and embarrassing birthday dinner with the girls at Crystal Jade (I told the waitress that my glass of water was missing when it was actually right under my nose), I was at home looking through old pictures of how I've become less ugly matured through the years. It really is cause for celebration.

















13, with eyebrows that were too thick. Mum keeps insisting that they're my "trademark" and that they make me "very special." I can't help but agree, but I think we're having very different concepts of what 'special' means.







14, with eyebrows that were too thin. I remember that night when I finally decided that HECK, I HAVE CONTROL OVER MY OWN FACIAL HAIR. It was one thing to be au naturel but another to be looking like a yeti in an MG uniform.

I didn't have an eyebrow pencil, so I took a dark purple ZIG marker (I kid you not), and outlined the shape of my dream eyebrows before wrestling with the tweezers for the next half an hour.

Evidently, I should have used a thicker marker.



15. Someone please burn my tweezers and pass me an oil blotter.





17, and having a face rounder than the char siew paus we were eating at Beu's birthday lunch. In the background, her older brother Jevan wonders why his sister didn't have cooler friends.





18, and surprising Becky with a birthday celebration in a kopitiam toilet. Somehow I don't think I remember her touching the cake at all.





20. Ate too many burritos in Arizona.





21, and cleaning shit off the walls (nah it was misfired chocolate cake - no points for guessing who they were aiming at)





And since we're on this particular thread, this is the product of my virgin attempt at baking when I was 17! They're peanut butter cookies, though from this angle it looks like some elephants trampled on their own poop. It was my 'I want to get married and be a housewife' phase so I went crazy with the baking, at times with aforementioned results. That may explain why I was left on the shelf for a long time after that.




In 5 years time I may look back at this and wish that the EU's 'Right to be Forgotten' was in place. But for now, I just thank God for seeing me through 22 years thus far, and also for making it dawn on me that boardshorts weren't as fashionable as I thought they were.

Can't wait for what the future has to offer! At least I'll be facing it with proper eyebrows. ;)




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