Two things
Of blow drying my hair.
I am lazy when it comes to drying my hair before I go to bed. When I was younger, my mum used to blow dry them. As I get older, she will nag my ears off if I don't dry my hair. When I had a boyfriend, I always make the bf blow dry my hair. Its funny how the act of blow-drying the hair makes me feel loved and pampered.
These days, particularly on a late night like today.. I would usually let my hair dry naturally on its own. Am too darn lazy to blow dry them and there is no one I can ask.. sigh. anyway mum's asleep now. so she won't possibly know i slept with my hair wet. *grins*
Of blogging and what I call word therapy
I was first introduced to the wonderful world of online journals back then in 1999, during my first year in university. By chance, I came to know of a friend's journal at diaryland and thought it a brilliant way to keep in touch with friends and family back home. So I started this and soon I was hooked. Initially the entries were written for an audience in mind, ie. people who were wondering how I was doing in sydney. Soon the diary entries grew very intense and way too personal. It documented my relationship with my first boyfriend David and saw our split a year after. It witnessed how Kevin and I met, how I struggled with long distance relationship when I came back home to Singapore. It recorded our painful breakup and my lowest moments in life.
By and by, I grew weary of being in a depressive mode and wanted so badly to snap out of it. And I decided that a closure would do me good, hence I stopped updating diaryland. If I was going to move forward, I don't want to lug an emotional baggage with me. It wasn't an easy decision to make because i'm a nostalgic person and i tend to cling on to the past, for what reason I do not know. Maybe I was afraid to move on to the unknown, to the future?
However with each passing day, it gets easier. The past still haunts me but its slowly fading away.. I've learnt to let go, let live and live. Afterall, life's too short to dwell on the unpleasant episodes. And God has certainly been really good to me. Life is indeed beautiful - it can be if you only choose so.
I am lazy when it comes to drying my hair before I go to bed. When I was younger, my mum used to blow dry them. As I get older, she will nag my ears off if I don't dry my hair. When I had a boyfriend, I always make the bf blow dry my hair. Its funny how the act of blow-drying the hair makes me feel loved and pampered.
These days, particularly on a late night like today.. I would usually let my hair dry naturally on its own. Am too darn lazy to blow dry them and there is no one I can ask.. sigh. anyway mum's asleep now. so she won't possibly know i slept with my hair wet. *grins*
Of blogging and what I call word therapy
I was first introduced to the wonderful world of online journals back then in 1999, during my first year in university. By chance, I came to know of a friend's journal at diaryland and thought it a brilliant way to keep in touch with friends and family back home. So I started this and soon I was hooked. Initially the entries were written for an audience in mind, ie. people who were wondering how I was doing in sydney. Soon the diary entries grew very intense and way too personal. It documented my relationship with my first boyfriend David and saw our split a year after. It witnessed how Kevin and I met, how I struggled with long distance relationship when I came back home to Singapore. It recorded our painful breakup and my lowest moments in life.
By and by, I grew weary of being in a depressive mode and wanted so badly to snap out of it. And I decided that a closure would do me good, hence I stopped updating diaryland. If I was going to move forward, I don't want to lug an emotional baggage with me. It wasn't an easy decision to make because i'm a nostalgic person and i tend to cling on to the past, for what reason I do not know. Maybe I was afraid to move on to the unknown, to the future?
However with each passing day, it gets easier. The past still haunts me but its slowly fading away.. I've learnt to let go, let live and live. Afterall, life's too short to dwell on the unpleasant episodes. And God has certainly been really good to me. Life is indeed beautiful - it can be if you only choose so.
posted by Shazza at Thursday, August 05, 2004
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