A jolt of Reality

An avid reader of blogs.

An ardent disbeliever of blogging.

The irony that springs forth from my blogging is so overwhelming, it’s laughable. I bet all those to whom I once proudly proclaimed about how senseless, contrive and a complete waste of time blogging was, will happily chortle at how the tables have turned. And now that I’m actually partaking in this new age indulgence, I really wonder about the unspoken norms of penning down your thoughts and feelings in an arena so public-it’s like portraying frontal nudity on the cover of the Straits Times or something.

Anyway, thanks to A and J, this blog is finally up and going! If the whole world refuses to even so much as bat an eyelid to my blog, it’s your obligation to be my little audience okay, albeit your readership will only be weekly *awww* ;p

Today’s a good day to start this blog because today is the day I cropped my hair so short-I really look like this little boy; so much so I feel the eyes of people poring into my nape when I walk past them. Scary. Maybe they think I’m confused about my gender inclination or something. And so, I can also start monitoring how long it’ll take before my feminine side kicks in again. Some random friend commented I looked like an AUNTY when my hair was short, now that it’s even wayyy shorter, god knows what they’ll say!

I was asking my mum how she felt having THREE sons, and she grinned. Kinda insinuates that I really fit the bill of a little boy. Ah well. But my grandmother was kinder, she said I looked sweet, but mostly because she simply thinks her grandchildren should have short hair-just like all grandmothers do. Man, I think my collection of caps is going to come in handy again so very soon. And I KNOW for sure it’s damn short because the hairdresser had to use a shaver to get rid of my baby hair at the back -.-

Just now, I awoke with a jolt from my sleep. I had a dream about my dearest dog which left for a better place on New Year’s Eve of last year. I had two past dreams about her, both of which I dreamt about her corpse, her lifeless body but this time, she was alive and well. It was sheer happiness being able to mingle with her again. Sheer happiness. Sadly, I was jolted back to reality.

JJ, wherever you are, I hope you’re happy.

You always took center stage, you were simply awesome =)

I miss you.