My funny teeth and me.

"Grow up la."

"Act your age."

"Please be more mature."

"Stop acting like a child."

"Are you even eighteen??"

These sentences above are just about a few of the lines people direct at me. I admit, I do not act like I'm 18. I still watch Disney ( like, is that even a crime? WTF), I bounce around like I'm high on sugar, I make stupid animal noises, I still have little spats with my sisters (sometimes ending up in physical violence), I own a Nerf Gun, half of my bed is occupied by soft, cuddly toys, I read my 11 year-old sister's kiddy books (oh, and did I mention I'm still keeping my old Sesame Street book?) and sometimes, I prefer cowering in my mother's shadow, rather than socialise like those other 18 year olds out there. So, that makes me a kid?

If you were to dig down into my life, you would notice that I do attempt housework (minus the cooking, as I have this phobia that I might get burnt -.-), I also try to budget during my college/university hours (but I always fail, and will usually end up borrowing my friends' money, much to my embarrassment) AND I did survive my first semester, mind you. Do you think a 12 year old could do that? NOPE, DON'T THINK SO.

So yes, I'm not the PERFECT 18 year old, but I am definitely not 12, okay? -.- (Okay lah, most of the time I'm 12, but shhhhhhh.) Here's to legality and watching 18 SX(?) movies! Woo! :B

I shall now end this post with a picture of me and my kid partner-in-crime:

(Oh, and Jillian's going to New Zealand to study accounting and business on the 23rd of December.) D:

K, bai.