About Me

Yo,

I have posted a picture. Of myself. Here. On this blog in which I talk about a lot of stuff that, should it become public knowledge, would potentially ruin my reputation (and my appetite). Albeit, this picture is of me in my 13/14 year old state but still, most say that I have not facially changed since I was a teenager (or child).

I was rifling through My Pictures, looking for a suitable one to post here. See, I think it's nice to be able to put a face to the name/writing/blog. In this case, you can now apply a slightly intoxicated looking face to the slightly intoxicated writings of this blog.

When I found this picture, some rapid fire thoughts flooded my mind. I choose to share them with you here:

• Why is my face so red?
• What is going on with my boobs? I know that at 13/14, I was flat as a can of coke left out overnight but it kind of looks like I was packing heat (I mean, stuffing socks) down my shirt. Which I know I never did (except in the privacy of my own bedroom). Hm, suspicious.
• I'm wearing a shirt under a shirt. Maybe that's why my face is so red (or, as my Asian mother would likely say, "I'm heaty"). 
• Hair. Yeah, I still pin the front of my hair back like that. Holla.
• Seriously, what is wrong with my boobs? 
• This picture was taken at Helen's house, perhaps a birthday party or just a simple gathering. Can't quite remember but there was a lot of food. That I do remember. Priorities, people.
• Mm, food.

And now, for my serious picture/headshot/mugshot:

I realize I have spent most of this About Me page talking about things that aren't really About Me. My boobs do not define me. Neither does my red face. So, here's a little bit about me. I live in Australia, I am a university student, I'm in my early twenties (well, I am 20 as I am writing this. That's "in my twenties"). That's about it. How sad; I define myself by things I would put on my resume. 

And that's the sort of negativity you can hope to find throughout this blog. Enjoy.