It's one of those typical slightly unlucky days that makes me lament in a low whiny tone "Why Me?" I've had my fair share of those days, and this is probably one of them, so before I go into the next day with my fresh spritely attitude am just going to complain a bit about today.
That was what buzzed around my head for the whole day yesterday after I received the news from Peixuan about Uncle.
It was totally unexpected. Jiahui, Peixuan and I had just met up sometime around last month due to such circumstances as well. Wang Bin lao shi had passed away then. Never had I expected that this time, we are to meet in such circumstances again...
Life is so... fragile. According to Peixuan, it was only a matter of 3 weeks. Uncle passed away early on Saturday morning due to advanced cancer. He must have been suffering for quite a long time before he finally went to get a checkup done. May his soul rest in peace. May he look upon his family and bless them from up high in heaven...
My deepest condolences and regrets to Peixuan. There was really nothing that I could have helped you with but if you ever need a shoulder to rest on, you can count on me... Take care dear...
A promise is a promise, no matter how long ago we made it, so when called upon to fulfill a promise I made sometime around the year that I turned 21 I just went ahead and did it. The experience was interesting, to say the least. I was embarrassed yet not utterly so, worried yet relaxed. The only thing that could have signified how anxious I was was probably my sweaty palms. I was clutching the towel tightly in my hands the whole time.
It's all my own fault really. They had some sort of promotion for newcomers so when asked if I wanted it all to go I just told her to go ahead. I'm not sure I'm regretting that yet but ya, it's really quite weird.
It's now 2 days after the fact that I was plucked like a chicken and I still am unused to the new me (not really new me la hor, I'm just exaggerating). I somehow feel a bit like a bare-assed monkey (or should I say chicken? Pig?).
It's weird how such a small change can make me feel quite different. In some sense, it made me feel a little bit more... vulnerable... and fragile. Hmm... Like I lost a part of me that had always been there. Strange how one gets attached to something as inconsequential as hair...
Not sure if I'd ever go back again but if I do go back, I'd probably not go for everything. It's kind of reassuring to have something left...