--I used to be open-minded, but my brains kept falling out.

Six years ago, I didn't really like myself. (There, I said it). Six years ago, I was this;

Six years ago, if you had told me that I'd have friends like these, who put my underwear on their heads, I would've said you were talking crap.

If you had told me that I'd grow up to have alcohol for breakfast, I'd say, "But I don't like alcohol."

If you had told me that I'd go for World Youth Day in Sydney, I would've told you, "But I don't want to go alone."

If you had told me that I'd go on-stage at a formal school function and sing a song about pornography, I'd have laughed and said, "That sounds like something I'll do... in my dreams!"

If you had said that Nick would become a huge part of my life again, I'd probably be indifferent, but how I love him, now.

If you had told me that I'd overcome my stage-fright and play my violin in front of actual, living, breathing people, I would die of fright.

If you told me that I'd actually finish my Art Project, I wouldn't say anything, I'd just laugh in your face.

If you'd told me that I'd wear a pair of beat-up, awesome Darth Vader Converse to school, I'd say that Converse sucked because I had to tie laces.

If you told me that Confirmation was just around the corner, I'd moan and groan and bitch about how I had to attend Sunday School.

If you had told me that I'd actually enjoy Science class, and go on to score an A in it for SPM, I would've given you an excuse about how I hated the Periodic Tables.

If you had said that I'd endure a journey of many hours, squashed in the back of a van, just to see my grandfather's old house, I'd tell you that I had better things to do with my life.

If you had told me that I'd drink more alcohol than I'd drink water, I wouldn't have wanted to talk to you ever again, because you would be a bad influence.

If you said I'd crash a buggy outside my dad's Fraser's Hill house, I'd say, "But my dad doesn't have a Fraser's Hill house!"

If you had said that I'd wear a baju kurung and the heaviest eye-makeup in the world to graduation, I would've said, "But odds are I'm not gonna graduate, anyway."

If you had said that I'd wear a dress and three-inch heels, with Kar Weng as my date, and dance like a maniac at Betchh's prom, I would've said that I don't do proms.

If you had said I'd finish school, only to sit down at MDM class every morning, I would've smacked you for cursing me that way.

And if you'd told me I'd smile a lot during MDM, I'd have smacked you even harder.

If you said I'd make out with Rafael Nadal in a shopping mall, I'd have told you, quite plainly, that it would be impossible.

If you told me I'd trade in my five years at Bukit Jalil to have one year in Sunway, I wouldn't have wanted to.

If you had said that I'd grow up to be even louder and more obnoxious than I already am, I would've claimed that it would be impossible.

But I did.

And I have.

And I am.

And things have never been better.