I realized some subtle ‘hints’ that I no longer look 20ish anymore. Well, I am way past 20ish just that I still looked girly till awhile ago.
1) People start to ask if I have little kids.
2) People thought I were the same age as my girl friend who is 38 this year.
3) I saw my own reflection and gosh I hate it everytime – I just look so ‘dried up’.
Tonight, while savouring my rice wine from Sun Moon Lake and checking Facebook, I stumbled upon some pictures of an old friend I knew in Shanghai.
We were about 25, 26 when we first met in Shanghai. We were great pals and often share about our lives and romances. But due to some issues we stopped being in touch since 2007.
Memories froze at that age.
And now that I ‘saw’ her again I must admit I am kinda shell shocked. My heart breaks to see that she actually aged. The Japanese friend of hers whom I’ve also met in Shanghai looked old too. And gosh she was such wild chick it’s so hard to imagine she could grow old too.
We have all aged. But somehow old on the outside, young on the inside.
Not so long ago I could pretty much get by being flighty. But recently I realized it should look quite unbecoming if I continue to do so.
On the other hand, I realized being at a new stage allows me to command something – the power and respect which is the birthright of an older girl, a mature woman. I no longer need to whine my way to get what I want. Instead, it is now my birthright to demand for it in a quiet, assertive manner. I am still trying to adjust and learn about my new ‘status’.
