Wiggly!

Heh.

I couldn't find a word to describe how I'm feeling today. I'm happy, happy! Firstly, I'm 50kg! Major achievement! I can fit into my old hipster jeans!! I still have quite a way to go, I must achieve my desired weight and figure.
But it's just good to see results. Ya know?

Secondly, my brother's secured a place in University. Finally. I thought he wouldn't make this intake, considering that he applied really late and all. I'm glad for him and myself. It's going to be some nice healthy competition. Hehe.

And, there's more... I'll be starting my licence in March! How cool is that!! Heh. I'm hoping to save enough money to get my own car by the end of the year. It'd be second-hand but I don't mind, it'll be my baby!
I'm waiting to get my timetable first, then I'll plan out my lessons.

House is back too. I absolutely love that show. And the OC.

Let me go all feminine and out of topic by saying that The Skin Doctor's Fade Away is really good for scars, pigmentation and stretch marks. It really works on me.

Oh and I had a haircut. It's quite short now, think Alexis Bledel from Gilmore Girls. It's quite cool, I can either go for the curls effect or the straight bob thing.

Ahh.. the simple pleasures of life. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to indulge myself in a nice chocolate and a good book.

P.S. Aporto's chilli chicken is yummy!

Pffft..

I used to be proud of the fact that I can string proper coherent sentences together without much of a glitch. But then obviously my writing style - if any- does not compare and rival the cutthroat world of journalism - just a thought.

The days are mad, mad, mad.

I have so many useless thoughts rolling around in my mind and I'm just too lazy and tired to churn them into words.

That makes me so mad and so sad. I'm smad.

Hmm.. smad. Has a nice ring to it yea?

I think Whiskey is a nice name for a dog.

In the Dark of the Night..

evil will find her! ~ In the Dark of the Night, Anastasia

Heh. I don't know why, I had a dream about that song. It was as though I was watching that movie in my mind and now I can't seem to get it out of my head.

Anyway.

Why do we look at an image? What do you see? A photograph (for example) triggers some sort of symbolic reaction, despite its much vaunted connection to supposed reality, sometimes it reaches beyond logic.
Sometimes, however, it brings dark to light, make the hidden seen.

I couldn't sleep last night so I started looking through some of my old stuff. I came across two pictures of myself when I was young. Two very rare and completely different sides of me. I decided to post it, just for fun.
What do you see?