If you’re not seeing me around Entrecard anymore, it doesn’t mean I’m not there.

I’ve just made myself a new card! Hehehe.

Melanie in my Shoutbox said she saw me all over EC. Then Wind Mill said I’m on her badge. Hehehe. Truth is, I’ve been advertising heavily on EC to boost my rank and drops.

It’s working but I’m kinda embarrassed to have my face displayed over so many EC blogs haha.

So I’m cloaking myself kinda. This is a graphic I made through Photoshop a few years ago, based on one of my photos.

It’s cute, looks like me, but won’t make me cringe when doing my daily EC rounds. Hehehe.

I was always the tallest student in class. I was also near-sighted. With big pink plastic glasses of a grade which seemed never enough for me to read the little curly characters on the teacher’s board from the back (and I mean the ultimate, final, last row) of the room.

I was the kid trying to look inconspicuous crawling quietly to the front, crouching low on the floor just to copy the day’s lesson. I was the nerd who had a sweaty nose and had a habit of pushing up her glasses every five seconds. I was the girl who looked like a geek at her junior prom.

I was the silently suffering secretly pretty person (heh) who, at the age of 14, begged her father for contact lenses. And got them at 16. It did a world of difference, beginning with people finally being able to see my eyes for the first time. :)

Getting contact lenses was really the turning point for my confidence. It was then I realized I wasn’t so ugly. It was then I started to feel maybe I could be pretty. I had a blast at my senior prom, wearing just my face and a cakeful of makeup. The boy I liked, he liked me back. I went home with flowers, a teddy bear and a love letter from one boy, and a weird Valentine’s card from another boy. Hehehe. Oh and a boatload of happiness.

So I thank you, Bausch & Lomb (my very first pair), Duralex (my second and subsequent pairs) and PrecisionUV (my current pair). You have made my outlook in life a whole lot brighter. :)

P.S. My drawing looks a lot cuter than I was hehe.

When I was a child I would pull hair off my head. Not randomly. I had a sweet spot right in the top center of my scalp. I envisioned wicked silver hairs taking over my whole scalp, sprouting from that evil lair, and I, the vanquishing warrior princess, determined to save the hair kingdom from silver doom.

Each pull felt more victorious than the last. Eventually the enemy got smart, growing short. My delicate army would hunt frustratedly, each campaign returning fewer prisoners.

Oh and the evil queen who sided with the silver enemy would often catch the princess and condemn her to the dungeon (where she hatched her plans in stealth).

Then I grew up and realized having a bald spot was so not sexy. So I sadly let the hair grow out. Fortunately, the silver enemy was not so proliferate as I once believed (but the princess still hunts from time to time).

I then turned to pulling other hairs off my body. I won’t tell you exactly where, but growing up, it was frustrating to have fuzz occurring in very odd places. So I would pull them off as much as I could. Somehow the pulling fulfilled a strange need in me, so much that I didn’t mind the pain. I later found out about razors, so that was that.

Lately I’ve been feeling the need to pull again. I’m not really a very hairy person so that kinda limits my options. Today I was scratching my leg, which I never shave ever since that one and only time I shaved them and the next few days they felt like fresh wood in dire need of sanding. 

Absentmindedly I pulled off a few short hairs. And then some more. And then a bit more! Ooooh, that felt really really satisfying!

The princess has some fresh campaigning to do… La la la…