Small Smiles and Tingles

21st of January 2007:

My eyes fluttered open. It was still dark, I squinted at my digital bedside clock. 6.27am. I turn on my side, pulling my covers up closer to my chin. Skit lets out a disapproving *mew* as my left foot accidentally brushes up against him. Foetal position, I shut my eyes tightly. Today's the day.

I gingerly pushed my toes out from under my sheets. Its cold. Biting my lower lip, I push myself up, and out of bed. Skit decides to go back to sleep. With a small smile, I slowly make my way to the bathroom. Deciding against turning the light on, I look at myself in the mirror. I could see the outline of myself, the light from the streetlamp outside the bathroom window cast a dark purple-grey-green shadow. I turn to my side, checking out how my 'abs' looked. Running my right hand over my flat midriff, I pursed my lips approvingly. It seemed surreal; not too long ago it didn't look like that. I didn't look like that. Like this, I mean. A little tingle ran down my back, and a warm feeling filled me from tummy to chest.

This could very well be the beginning of many more things to come. Who knows; this FHM cover shoot might even break me into the industry in Singapore.

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4th September 2007:

My eyes flutter open, as my phone's alarm rang. Blindly searching for it to my right; my fingers run across its familiar hard, cold casing. Flipping it open, without even looking, I hit the "disable" button.

I allow my hands to drop back on the bed, as I allowed my eyes to wake up with the rest of my body. Today would be a good day, I told myself as the sun shone through the bedroom window. With a big lazy stretch, I occupy the entire queen sized bed for a brief moment.

I walk towards the bathroom, flick on the heater to prepare the water for my shower. My cats, happy I'm awake, let me know that its time to feed them. I look at the Ikea clock hanging in the dining room though the kitchen; its 9.30am. I better hurry up - I thought to myself. Only an hour before I need to leave for my very first solo cover shoot with 8 Days.

Then it finally hit me, again. 8 Days. Singapore's widest selling English entertainment magazine, is featuring ME, Andrea Fonseka, on its cover. Did I expect it? No. Am I humbled? Yes. Has the work, time and effort been worth it? Hell yeah. A small smile curled my lips once again - that same familiar small smile I had sometime back. That same tingle ran down my back, as I stirred my coffee. Cupping my black mug with both hands, raising it to my lips, I sipped it.. steaming hot as always. It tastes better than I remembered.

It was sweet. Very, very sweet.