part of me.

It's been a while eh.. I was speeding through work, social life, parties, dancing, and driving. For a while my life shifted gears and took me in the fast lane. Then I saw the yellow light flash, saying "low-on-gas", pull over, hence, I am here -- to relax and make sure I don't miss out on the slow lane goodies.

I have five fingers on my right hand, like many of you. When I bring them together it becomes a fist, with which I can punch things. I was looking at my hand and realized that each finger on my right hand represents something about me.

I am short like my Thumb, but wear heels to be tall.

My index finger -- types the letters h, j ,n , y, u , m to expediate my typing process.

My middle finger -- tries not to flick others off, is tall like Chinmay and a bit weird, like my sense of humor at times.

My third finger is weak-- like me, at times when I am sad, upset, or angry.

My pinky -- my favorite finger, I couldn't really tell you why, not now, perhaps later sometime.

My palm -- receives all the happiness and sorrows, and my figers come together to hold it tight, for future lessons.