on turning 24

i guess the turning point at the age of 24 is really that you can start feeling the effects of ageing taking place simultaneously throughout your body, manifesting most obviously on your face.

where the face used to be much more elastic and springy, it is now easily creased, duller, has more fine lines esp around the eyes, and dark rings are almost impossible to remove. i also suspect i'm going through puberty phase 2 because zits are having the time of their lives on my face.

so for the first time in my life, i've actually bought myself a toner and a moisturiser (yes i've never owned one!) to join in the rat race in a bid to maintain whatever is left of my once, err, youthful complexion (if i even had that). i figured that after living for two dozen years, it's finally time to do what my peers have been doing since i was 13, or so i remember.

i've also started putting on sunblock lotion on my face before slapping on make up (which works wonders in keeping the make-up on!). i heard you should put it on ur neck as well. i've invested in an anti-cellulite cream. i've bought eye cream for dark rings. i've bought anti-dark spot cream. i've tried (sometimes in vain) to slather hand lotion every night.

gawd. the amount of stuff girls need to put on their body. i'm still exploring the possibility of night cream and day cream and really wondering what's the difference.

i find myself regretting the many times i went to suntan just to get a tan. and how i loved those tans. i didn't care a hoot about being white and fair, and life was so carefree then, thinking about what kind of tan lines i want on my back, slathering suntan and not sunblock lotion to get a nice red tan. imagine the damage done..

in short, when you turn 24, you turn into a kiasu freak who's afraid that time is gonna snatch you of things you have taken for granted all your life, which it definitely will one day. the key is to prolong the speed at which time reaches you and casts its net.

this is also the age whereby i feel like my body is really getting feeble and useless. maybe it's the lack of exercise, lack of sleep, lack of veg, and a generally sedentary lifestyle coupled with mega stress at work, i'll never know. but each day i have to drag my ass around, i feel breathless climbing stairs, i fall sick an average of once every 3 mths, i have chronic diarrhoea (which could be irritable bowel syndrome from stress), i'm constantly fatigued and yawning, i have funny things happening to my body now and then.

i used to have that bit more energy to bounce and hop, i believe. i laughed alot more and was a livelier, chirpier gal.

somebody turn back the body clock please..

yoga, belly dancing, gym, jogging... all these have crossed my mind a million times and i really wish i have the time, energy and determination to pick them up but sadly, i still can't fit them anywhere in my life.

so, that's 24 for you. two dozen years of life. one year to living a quarter of a century. argh. before we know it, life's over. okayy... i got you at that. let's not even go there.

anyways, ageing aside, i must say i had a wonderful birthday with different pple. i've done all the things i could possibly wish for, had nice meals and good conversations with pple i treasure, and received well wishes and blessings from everyone. i'm contented.

i'm just wondering when i'm ever gonna upload photos.... to think of it, i haven't even start with my hk trip ones.

this is perhaps part of turning 24 too!