So i was on MSN this morning chatting with MyAlbinoNugget [whom i haven't seen since i packed up my things in KL in December 2007 because i needed a break from... everything]. She was commenting on the previous photos i uploaded from my birthday getaway and asked whether i agreed that i look different. I couldn't help but giggle when she said i looked "ladee like" and how i had "proper girly hair". I could only rebut with "well... it's like every other asian girl".
I guess at one point my solution to cutting away my past was to literally chop off my down-to-my-waist hair. A strange satisfaction that seemed to take weight of my shoulders and create a new façade. Never mind that it did nothing to fix what was going on in the inside.
Then it just got shorter and even shorter.
I remember at one point i'd tell my hairdresser to cut it in such a way that i could style it like Astro Boy. But more importantly it should be cut so i could tuck my hair neatly under my cap. After all, wearing a cap was part of my weekend boyish attire back then and i wouldn't dare leaving home without it.
She continued on trying to pinpoint the differences, "...it's layered... n it has texture..." And out of nowhere she said, "and your smile is different..."
I laughed. Had my cookie-cut smile changed?
"Maybe it's because i've never seen u happy".
...
And then it dawned on me, could she be right? Is that what was so different?
I've done my part in burying my past and made every effort to fight my daemons head on. And miraculously i have climbed out of the dark hole and have grown to appreciate everything much more.
After all, my current posts are no longer plagued with anger, frustration and intoxicated dribble. And after many years, i am feeling strangely different.
At 29, i am calm.
This feeling is one that i'm not quite accustomed to but one i could surely get used to. Have the stars and planets aligned themselves and are finally giving me a break? A little fearful that this can all be ripped away from me, i wake up each morning pinching myself to assure myself that this is in fact real.
But my gawd, has it been one hell of a journey!
Maybe i was the one of the lucky ones. Maybe i am proof that things are possible. And maybe by believing deep down inside there must be more to Life than what was, was what kept my head above the water.
And finally, i can smile when i listen to Michael Bublé's That's Life and not beirritated envious of his optimism.
I guess at one point my solution to cutting away my past was to literally chop off my down-to-my-waist hair. A strange satisfaction that seemed to take weight of my shoulders and create a new façade. Never mind that it did nothing to fix what was going on in the inside.
Then it just got shorter and even shorter.
I remember at one point i'd tell my hairdresser to cut it in such a way that i could style it like Astro Boy. But more importantly it should be cut so i could tuck my hair neatly under my cap. After all, wearing a cap was part of my weekend boyish attire back then and i wouldn't dare leaving home without it.
She continued on trying to pinpoint the differences, "...it's layered... n it has texture..." And out of nowhere she said, "and your smile is different..."
I laughed. Had my cookie-cut smile changed?
"Maybe it's because i've never seen u happy".
...
And then it dawned on me, could she be right? Is that what was so different?
I've done my part in burying my past and made every effort to fight my daemons head on. And miraculously i have climbed out of the dark hole and have grown to appreciate everything much more.
After all, my current posts are no longer plagued with anger, frustration and intoxicated dribble. And after many years, i am feeling strangely different.
At 29, i am calm.
This feeling is one that i'm not quite accustomed to but one i could surely get used to. Have the stars and planets aligned themselves and are finally giving me a break? A little fearful that this can all be ripped away from me, i wake up each morning pinching myself to assure myself that this is in fact real.
But my gawd, has it been one hell of a journey!
Maybe i was the one of the lucky ones. Maybe i am proof that things are possible. And maybe by believing deep down inside there must be more to Life than what was, was what kept my head above the water.
And finally, i can smile when i listen to Michael Bublé's That's Life and not be