was going thru my old photo albums and realised that i was really quite horrendously ugly just a few years back. the hair, the clothes, the moonface. the horrors! they just brought up buried memories of various stages of Me; some of which i am still not too pleased nor proud of. those times when i just wasn't too happy about my own life and who i was.

but right now, i can safely say that i cannot be more contented with Life. everynight after a long day in school, i thank God for what i am studying and the people i can serve. there is noone whom i'd rather be, and a constant deepseated joy has replaced sporadic moments of short-lived happiness.

can't get any better than this, really.