From my 22 year-old self to my 12 year-old self

You'll get boobs albeit small ones, eventually.

Mahathir will step down.

But before that, Anwar Ibrahim will go to prison for sodomy.

But at that time, you didn't know what sodomy was. It's not a fruit.

You will kill four fish, never fish-sit.

You'll be in graduate school for Chemistry. You quite like what you do, but you'll never admit to being that dork.

You will study in America.

Mummy and Daddy get quite religious.

You'll get a tattoo and sometimes forget you did.

You'll get pregnant. KIDDING.

The Spice Girl thing was a phase, thank God.

You'll have spent a night in Japan with seven Australian pilots karaoke-ing till 4a.m.

You'll sprain both your ankles.

The first car you'll buy is a 5-speed manual tranmission 1992 green Toyota Camry LE.

Grandma will die. Sorry. But you'll be all right.

You should have visited her on Monday at the hospital just to tell her you love her one more time and not gone to dance class.

You won't get to the hospital on time on Tuesday.

But you'll be all right.

Life will throw you some heartache.

But you'll be all right.

Life is beautiful.