I am still an adolescent!!!
Still in my ADOLESCENCE.
ADOLESCENT mind you! *grin*
*insert supercute-innocent-picture here* [unfortunately I'll just have to type that since I dont have a cute picture of myself. LoL.]
But regardless, I am an adolescent.

Muahahahahhahahahaa.

My god. So happy leh! LoL.

After all, one should not argue with WHO right? If WHO thinks that I am one, then I must be. I really must be then. woots woots. Anyway, just to reiterate that happy statement:-)
According to WHO (thats World Health Organization for you) - adolescence is the period of a person's life between 13 and 24 years old.

And if I remember correctly, my age falls in that interval. Which means, I am still an adolescent. I am young. I am vibrantly young. I am a green stalk. I am an adolescent. I am an adolescent. I am an adolescent. *prances around the room*

Of course there's a chance that the date on my birth certificate is wrong, that I am wrong, that I am not 21 but am actually 31. After all, you know how careless those government officials could be. LoL. Or maybe my parents registered my birth later in my life, after all you know how unstrict the protocols were in those prehistoric times. LoL.

I digress. I still want to believe that I am one anyway. Being adolescent is good. Being young is good. It has been a while since I felt young. LoL. That statement has just made me sound sooooooo old. HAH HAH!!

Someone once said that "aging is a process of the mind". (?!?). I have a friend who actually abides by this statement - he is like a kid, trapped in an adult's body. LoL.
I took this picture of him during our last ecc. =p



If you are wondering, we were actually at Plunket Clinic at that time - waiting for our meeting with the nurse in charge. It was late afternoon, and there werent any patients (children) in sight, and Greg was only too happy to entertain us.

Hehe. Funny boy. =p He is actually this crazy fun-loving guy, quite entertaining really - and it was from him that stemmed the idea of plunging into the freezing lake in the middle of winter. Fun?!!! Haha. At least I had fun watching his funny antics anyway, after I passed through the initial culture shock of his vast beer-guzzling capability, but still appeared sober. Hah.

You know, sometimes reminiscing happy things like these kept me smiling, kept me happy. Thinking happy thoughts could be endorphic - which could tremendously booze my spirit up. Need to think happy, need to think positively, need to feel great. Especially when the little voice in my mind says things are not that great at the moment.. huhu.
But sometimes, one just needs to shut that pessimistic voice up. Stuff it up with more and more of optimism vibes. =)