For the first time in my entire life, while looking at my father's Leshan pictures, i can see the resemblance between me and one of my parents.

My ears are like my father's. And as much as he insists that my nose is like his too, I still maintain that my nose is far more prominent than his, and blame it on some sort of srange amalgamation of large-nose-genes.

Other than that, i still don't see any resemblance to my mother. However, this, coupled with the photos of me at birth, confirm that I was most definitely not adopted.

I have been reading The Secret Diaries of Adrian Mole: The Cappucino years. It's a crackpot book, and makes me laugh to no end. Out Loud. Which is why I decided not to take it on buses. I already have a reputation as a rather strange commuter, with my frequent naps in all sorts of positions. I won't be surprised if someone told me i talk in my sleep on the bus.

This year, shorter bus rides and a new bus route means that i get the chance to start over! Yay!

I can't think of a suitable way to end this entry. So it shall end here, like this.