
I shudder to think how much i've changed ever since i set foot to Singapore almost three years ago. You can't really see how drastic the changes are no matter how others try to persuade you, especially when you don't exactly intend to change you see. Like my seniors and friends kept telling me, you're the one who changed the most. And i'll be like "WHY? No! its not me ! i never change at all
lah." It's only when you dig up your photos ever since the very old time and compare it to the person you see in the mirror today does the reality really strike you. Haha. I laughed at how
obiang (terribly out of fashion) i looked back then, with the thick untamed fringe-less hair, unguarded eyes and unbranded clothes. Okay i'm not saying i look very nice now but one thing is for sure, i look damn different. :P like for some, in fact many of my vietnamese friends who haven't seen me at all for years right, they'll probably be quite surprised to see me now. Maybe they won't even know it's me at all !
Some of the visible changes might include:
- i get fatter. wuahahahaha no seriously )": *cries like hell* blame it on McDonald's ThaiExpress Starbucks Coffee club and the like.
- my hair is damn short now. As you can see in the above picture. and it keeps all flared out (-.-) like i'm electrocuted and terribly out of shape every once in a while. I'm frightened at how much money i've wasted on cutting and trimming hair. DAMMNN. And the most worrying part is that I'M FREAKING BALDING! i'm shedding hair like mad. really. And while animals (cats, dogs, birds etc.) only lose hair during some specific seasons, my hair drops whenever i'm stressed, which means all year round. I so totally miss my thick hair last time. OHMANSS. You take things for granted and don't realize their true values until you have totally lost them.
In a hot country like Singapore when PE is really torturous and you have to constantly run around in school until late every 3 days a week, short hair is like a must if you don't want to sweat like hell at the end of the day. In fact almost everyone has short hair ! But when i go back home i look like some weird creature from outer space. Cause everyone has nice long rebonded hair.
- my dress sense has totally changed. It's slightly better and more trendy now. I think. Or maybe I hope. My clothes get relatively
shorter also. No it's not because i have nice figure. Definitely not. Blame it on the annoyingly hot weather instead. Short clothes are more comfortable also, and even when you have pot belly and wobbly thighs, there comes a point in time when you totally don't care already and will just reach out for shorts and sleeveless tops in your wardrobe every time you go out.
Oh and i'm more brand-conscious. Somehow. It's not good but i can't seem to help it.
Apart from those visible changes, there are some changes within me also. I've become more sceptical towards life, more sadistic, more easily irritated, more intolerant, more outspoken, more pig-headed, more
insecure, more stressed, more
english, more bitchy, more critical towards myself and others, more
Michelle than
Bich Ngoc.
=) i hope you know what i mean. i think it's partly because living in a totally foreign country with your parents not around forces you to change, to observe life and people more carefully and thus,
change. It's not necessarily all for a better you. You know, if given a choice, i'd prefer to stay happy and carefree and worry-free like before, when i believe everyone is instinctively nice and things will turn out fine in the end. Look at who i am now. Maybe to most people i still
appear as this happy bubbly girl who doesn't seem to worry one bit about life, but there's always a huge difference between who you want others to see you as and who you really are. Or at least to me there is.
But then there are still some parts in me that stay the same throughout. My heart beats faster when i see cute guys. Anyone. Even when i'm already with someone else. Haha. I cry when people do the slightest nice things to me even though they might not realize themselves how much all those littlest things mean to me :) I feel happy whenever i re-read Hana Yori Dango (it's like this very famous japanese comics series). I once thought it has totally become a childhood memory that has to be forgotten if i want to move on in life. Truth is, it still is something that i love. I still love and appreciate all the friends i have. Because as you go along with life, face more shitty things and know more sucky people, you realize how important friends are. They are the only one you can truly turn to no matter what happens.
So yup, to all my friends: wherever you are, no matter how many times i actually see you a year (might be once, or zero even), my heart still skip a beat when i am reminded of your face and the good times we spent together. I smile whenever i re-read all the little notes you have written to me, with all your "scoldings" and praises (:">). And i feel so warm knowing that i can live a fuller life taking delight in simplicity like loving people sincerely and true friendships, even at a distance.
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