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...