Don't want to be a zombie

So I'm back from my short holiday in Holland. I haven't really written anything on the trip but will do when I feel like it. In short, it was an enjoyable trip, although it was too cold for my liking.

While overseas, the static electricity made quite a few knots in my hair and I had split ends after I combed and strands of hair broke. I also realised I looked like a wreck when I looked at myself in the mirror in the hotel bathroom those four nights. Think my colleague wasn't wrong when she said I looked like the ghost in the Ring.

I finally decided to go to my hairdresser when I really thought I looked like shit. So the next time you see me, my hair is still long but it's straighter than usual. I did soft rebonding. Well, it's not as flat as the normal rebonding I guess. Ha. Ironic 'cos I always tell people I don't want to rebond my hair.

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I was just surfing the tjc website and forums. I didn't expect the nostalgia. It was so long ago. 7 years since we graduated. Reading the website made me remember things and people I have not thought of in such a long time.

Then, I was reckless and I really just followed my heart in whatever I did. The consequences did come and I paid for them. Maybe even till today. Even so, I don't have regrets because I was being true to myself.

Comparing myself today (at the grand old age of 24) and then (16,17?), I've changed so much. What hit me most was the realisation that I had the type of energy and passion back then that I'm afraid I'd never find in myself again.