In the wee hours of this morning, I realized that I had a well-documented childhood.

      You see, we were asked to submit a baby picture for our yearbook, and as I lost all scanned photos that were used for my debut 2 years ago, i had to scour volumes of photo albums for the perfect yearbook picture. When I said volumes, I mean roughly a dozen of the old-fashioned self-adhesive photo albums bigger than your average encyclopedia. I sneezed a lot as I went through each of them to find the cutest (of course) photo I had of my precious childhood years.

      I remembered my dad used to work at Kameraworld when my kuya and I were little -- so we had several copies of a certain cute pose, the best photos were blown up to occupy one whole page in the albums... *sigh* I miss being a child.

      But if there was one thing I noticed while looking at my childhood pics, it is that my smile pretty much stayed the same. People say I have this cheerful, happy smile -- and as I put in my yearbook write-up, it is a testament to my passion and zest for life. And if my smile has remained as sunny as the one I had in my childhood years, that must be a good sign.

      I hope fifty years from now, I can look back at my photos -- maybe no longer in self-adhesive albums, perhaps in JPEG format on a recordable CD -- and still say that my smile still hasn;t changed over the years... *senti*