God Has Mercy

I have changed my hair colour for countless of time. I’ve started this so called hobby ever since I was at uni. I lost my hair virginity colour to a red mad galore head when I was 18. Since then, I played around with my hair in so many different styles and colours.

Anyone who had seen me back in my youth age would be pleasantly surprise on God given mercy to me. I can still vividly remember when I was 8 or 10 yo, I had my shortest hair, dark skin (thanks to my basketball coach) and far…. far away from being a lady.

I used to look around me and saw beautiful girls with beautifully styled hair, enchanting scents, expensive handbags and wearing all top notch accessories. I could not care less! I paid no attention whatsoever to who wore what, who had what, was I beautiful or not, I did not care at all.

My turnaround point was nearly about 10 years ago. I was over and done with my boyhood lifestyle to became a sort of womanly spirit. I ditched all my sport magazines and change them to woman magazines, I introduced myself to a whole new world called makeup, I stopped staying under the sun for anything longer than 1 hour, no more basketball, and I finally grew my hair.

I had my first marketing job at BCA Bank and it was an awesome experience as people did finally see me as a woman. I bought new accessories, polish my nails, jewelleries, handbags, shoes, and maintain my hair length.

These days….I am a proud queen of accessories. I collect handbags, shoes (no flat shoes please…), perfumes, clothes and no longer a stranger in health clubs or salons. I have longed said goodbye to my dark skin and love my fair skin now.

Here is what my beautiful hubby always says to me these days: there is no such thing called retail therapy…. great excuse, but stop buying more handbags and shoes...
Ha..ha..how things have changed IN A GOOD WAY.