In 10 Years Time
I sorted out old negatives and turned them into computer files recently. As I browsed thru the ‘ancient’ photos, I was surprised to see how ‘scary’ looking I was. If I knew what I know now, I’d have donned different outfits. Why did no one say anything to me then? I was very far from attractive. I can’t help but wonder how I scored dates
My best friend T. and I became best buds in college – she is one of the very few female friends I’ve maintained all these years! She said I looked good then but I look even better now, even with my natural beauty!
Comparing the Now n’ Then pictures is quite interesting. You won’t believe what 10 years can do to me! Looking at a photo taken back in April 1995, I am just shaking my head. How did I fit into all the tiny dresses I bought from Babe then? My ass must have been hanging out for everyone to see! Yah. I was a Samantha before she was created in Sex and the City.
Some say that you are only as young as you feel. If that is true, I’m only 25 this year. As much as I embrace my age, I don’t feel it mentally. In fact, I feel much younger than my real age. Nonetheless, my maturity level has improved and yet my heart feels vibrant as a 20-something.
You can ask any 25-year-old person, he or she will tell you that 30 years of age seems ancient. I was like that before. I went as far as calling the 30-something “old farts” and look at me now, I’ve joined the club of Old Farts.
What’s intriguing about aging? For me, the older I become, the younger I feel mentally. When I was in my early 20s, I acted as if I was already 30 – I was much more mature for someone of my age.
Over all, I get better as I age. In my younger days, I did not take criticism as well as the way I do now. I was more critical of others and often said mean things without thinking it through. One major breakthrough is that I am able to make apologies whenever I see fit. My pride seemed to get in the way when the situation called for an apology.
Signs of Aging
One thing that didn’t get better as I age is my physical endurance for a night on the town.
You know you’re old when you spend two days to recover from drinking and partying like there’s no tomorrow.
Two Fridays ago my friend V. and I met up at Kama for a quick drink. That night she left around midnight to head home while I stayed and hung out ‘till the music stopped at this trendy lounge bar. As usual, I met new friends and partied with them as if we’re new best buds. I got home around 5 AM on Saturday. I had one cocktail some champagne, and what-have-you. I was not even tipsy but the after effect of alcohol lasted for two days. Not that I had hangovers it’s just that I was tired physically – half-dead to be exact.
Last Saturday night V. and I decided to hit the nightlife again. MOD is an old hangout – the bartenders are super cute and they make awesome drinks! Ya know, one thing led to another. We ended up at Kama again after two rounds at MOD. It’s dangerous when I start making new friends as fast as I toast for the happy moments. The drinking is never ending and I end up getting all sorts of drinks from different “new buddies.”
My friend V. had been long gone while I was still running around like a social butterfly. Before I knew it, a group of new friends pulled me out of the lounge bar and into a BMW. I was told, “We are going to Plush!” Boy, I have not heard that name for ages. I think the last time I danced under the disco balls at Plush was in late 2002.
Once we got to the club, it was happening! At 2 AM, I saw people from wall to wall and the dance floor was crowded! I remember the first time I heard Abba’s Dancing Queen, I thought it was all about me. LOL. I sashayed all the way to the center of the club and danced as if nobody’s watching.
If my memory serves me right, I got home at 5:30 AM with sore feet and aching back. The next day I felt paralyzed from my neck and below. I was sober and wide-awake but I couldn’t seem to get myself out of bed. Resting in bed was the only thing that my physical ability allowed.
It was not that long ago when I could dance all night and still wake up the next morning as usual to carry on any daily routine. I love to boogie and I don’t think I will ever give it up. It feels great to let my hair down every so often and dance the night away. As for alcohol, it seems to drain away my energy more so than ever before. I am seriously considering giving it all up completely.
All About Laser
This morning I went to see a dermatologist for a laser treatment to remove all the moles on my face and neck, including pigmented areas. My doc complimented me on my almost perfect skin but agreed with me that I had too many moles on my face.
It was quick and didn’t hurt but I felt a stinging sensation as the laser treated every little spot on my skin. The doc was nice and only charged me $100 USD for everything, including an ointment to take home. I came home with 18 open wounds on my face and neck.
Perhaps, the laser treatment is my response to the soon-to-come 31st birthday. After much discussion with my doc, I might consider her suggestion and go through a different kind of laser treatment to smooth the pores on my cheeks, which seem larger than I want them to be.
What happens when I begin to see fine liners around my eyes and wrinkles? I will probably make a 9-11 call to my dermatologist!
So, what’s next? Will I get a laser surgery to correct my poor eyesights? And maybe “Liposuction”??? There is no end to it if you want to perfect yourself. Once you start a beauty regimen, you will have to keep going at it ‘till the day you disappear from the face of the planet.
Right now, I only want to think about the upcoming 31st birthday and I can care less about how I am going to turn out the day I become 40. I hope that I will keep the healthy diet and all the good habits that defy the law of aging.
Nonetheless, aging is a beautiful thing. Just remember that saying, You’re only as young as you feel!
April 1995
