THE GOLDEN STRAND

I was watching tv last night with my B when he suddenly started to grin sheepishly at me. And I thought..."ok, whattt?". I smiled back at him. He slowly extended his hand onto my head, stroking my hair gently and with the sweetest smile across his face he said "Baby, I can see your white hair..." I jumped at the mere mention of those words. "S-SAY W-WHATT???" Oh my God!!! But I'm only 31 turning 21. At this juncture, my B was laughing hard at me.

"Baby....That's not funny. This is a major crisis!!" I guess, by now he already knows that he's stuck with a vainpot. Yes, vanity is something that I have to live with. Seriously, it aint easy, darling. Plus, it does not help having friends like Kak Semah, Cai and all (the most beautiful flock in KL). It's all about appearance, appearance, appearance. And it was only one entry ago that I lamented about how our kids succumb to peer pressure. Hahaha!! This is a clear case of "Ketam mengajar anaknya berjalan lurus". Baby, if you're reading this, I promise I'll clean up my act, ok?

Anyway, back to my golden strand (ahemm...), I was so tempted to pull it off. The satisfaction would have been immensed, I'd imagined. But as we all know, pull one off, 3 more will branch out. So how?

B: "Don't pull the hair, sayang. You still look beautiful. I love you"

Moi: "Sure or not?"

B: "Betul..."

Moi: "What if I colour my hair? OK tak?"

B: "OK sayang. If that's what you want to do, go ahead"

M: "Hhmmm...let me think about it. But do you love me baby?"

B: "yes, sayang. I love you so much."

Moi: "Ok".

So what if I have white hair? And it is a fact that I'm getting older. I am never one to deny my age. Do I feel any different? Not really. Most of the time, I still feel like I was 25. So, why was I letting this white hair business bring me down?

I am at a stage of my life where it feels complete. Supportive family, reliable and loyal friends, a relatively fulfilling career and I have the MOST wonderful man by my side. Life is not perfect but I can honestly say that I am happy. Genuinely happy. I wake up every morning thinking how lucky and blessed I am. Thank you God for this moment of happiness.

There you go...on a bigger picture, the white hair seems minute, almost negligible. I know some of you might think that I'm just trying to console myself. Well, you may be right. Regardless, the act of consoling itself has reminded me of the more important things in life.

So, stop complaining Ms O and start to count your blessings! Yes, yes, I'm counting now...

WHAT WAS SAID

Something was said this morning and it has brought a surge of sadness to me.

OF WATER HOSE AND SUCH

I still have a lot on my work plate. But something inside me is just screaming to get out. I succumbed to the pressure and decided to abandon my half done document and shift my attention to filling up this new blog of mine. Perhaps it's the "kid-with-a-new-toy" syndrome. Call it whatever, but my hands are just itching to fill the page with my endless ramblings. I bet Kak Semah will have a thing or two to say about this.

Was on my way to the mall (which is right next to my office) just now to get some light lunch. Saw a couple of kids at one of the water hose reserved in case of fire. Those darn kids! Don't they know that it's not a toy! That the hose might be able to save lives one day? Vandalism is truly despicable! There were 3 of them and one of the boys was trying to cut the hose. I was like..."Hang on! what the hell do you think you're doing?" I gave them one of my evil stares and they started to flee. This incident brings me to my question. How do we educate our kids to respect public property? (Not that I have any kids though I wish to have some soon) Through examples? By instilling values in them? How do we tell them to not drown themselves under peer pressure? Kids seem to absorb things into their head like sponge. But they also have the tendency to lose them like a punctured balloon if we're not careful. Geez! Suddenly, I'm beginning to worry about these things. Maybe it's the age thingy or maybe it's the hormone and maternal instinct kicking in. Maybe it's a bit of both...

On a lighter note, I hope Cai has finally settled his BIGGEST worry for the day...finding a suitable title for his blog. I think you should start looking for your baby's name soon, judging from our mini exercise today. Seriously Cai, "Gambir Sarawak" doesn't sound too bad, does it? As I have said, intelligence and wit will surface from your writings, of which I'm sure you have many. And to Kak Semah a.k.a Sha, "what happened to your url la?". Want to challenge Rupaul's blog issit? You go! Be the voice of assertiveness!

The working hour is slowly coming to an end. And suddenly, I'm missing my baby...hiihihihi!!!(kak Semah, I know you're puking while reading this *grin*). Gotta finish up my work so I can go home soon. Later peeps! More to come...

PSYCHO

I HATE PSYCHOTIC PEOPLE!!!!

HELLOW!!!

Ok, This is my second blog. Some friends have been complaining about my lack of openness when it comes to my blogging habit. Hence this new blog....it's my way of meeting them halfway. This is going to be a public platform with my identity almost wide open. Eeeks! I feel vulnerable already.

Funny how a conversation through YM has prompted me to do this. Rather impulsive I must say. But then again, my friends are known to be some of the most persuasive people around. I kid you not! Love them all!!