Adebelle

The Bottom Line

You’re settling into a role in a very rewarding community. Stay heavily involved.

In Detail

You will see some big bright signs that will prove to you that you are on to something — keep following your instincts and keep going in the direction that feels right. There is a role that you never thought would fit that you’re starting to get comfortable in — just goes to show you that life always has surprises that help keep you on you toes. Community involvement could give you a bigger sense of purpose, so consider moving into a volunteer situation.

Yes, yes, I am having my daily dose of Horoscope. I think I’ll keep this one. It’s kinda positive and motivating. It’s just what I need to hear the most right now. I love the Horoscope reading here. It’s very different from what I read elsewhere. If you ask me, It’s between 70% reality and 30% make-believe for good measure.

And so, I shall remain very optimistic for now

Speaking of which, today is the 17th day since I left my long and curly hair behind. (how come it sounds like I was wearing a wig?) Simple words, I had a hair cut and my long curly hair is now gone. It’s strange that I wasn’t even sulking. In the past, you could almost see me crying the moment I stepped out from the hair dresser’s. I hated it THAT much when that fat lady who lived across the river snipped off my long hair. Grandma would ask her to give me a bob hair cut, which to me looked every inch like a big fat ugly mushroom! I hated my mushroom hair and would cry for 2 hours to protest.

I used to live in a busy little town called Guar Cempedak in Kedah. Behind the house is a river, a rather famous river in the past. Hey, that river made it into our History textbook, ok! Too bad when it comes to my generation, that river it’s too dirty to swim. My grandma told me that was where they bathe. Hmm, can’t imagine the whole kampung swim in the river. I sure hope they weren’t naked My mum learnt swimming in that very river too.

As a kid, my cousin, our friends from the neighbourhood and I were so crazy about the longkang fish (as my grandma put it) and ladybugs. Occasionally there were fishes other than ikan gapi in the river. I still remember, it’s some nice orangy fish!! One fine afternoon after a heavy rain, my cousin and I went to the river bend trying to catch the beautiful fish. Too excited, we lower our bodies reaching out to the fish. I don’t remember which one of us actually fell into the river!! It’s a good thing that the river was shallow and it’s just a few scratches here and there. No serious injury caused. Good heaven! Until today, grandma probably hasn’t had a clue what happened that afternoon

Ahhh, I can’t seem to stop when my memory brought me back to the river… The once nice and clean river has turned into a rubbish dump, sad to say. You can see rubbish bags pilling up at the side. Used matresses, chair, stand fan, diapers… and some poor cats This chubby girl, my neighbour, she has love-hate relationship with cats. That’s the only thing I can deduce from her actions of feeding homeless cats and the next minute throwing them into the river for pleasure! She would laugh as the cat struggle to jump out from the water. I used to think that she’s nuts! I developed phobia for cats after she threw a big grey cat at me. I can’t imagine what would happen to her if that cat were to leave its craw marks on my face! She’d better run for her life. We lost contact after my grandparent and I relocated to JB. Should I say, thank goodness? So you see, the river is not just a river… it carries so many memories…

Back to the backyard of our spacious wooden house. There were a skinny papaya tree on the left (I hate papaya) and a huge mango tree on the right, which produced super sour mango. It’s our neighbour’s and my cousin and I would steal the mangoes when our neighbour was not around. F.Y.I, there wasn’t anything that divided our backyards. We made mango rojak. My cousin, Annie would mix suger and black soy sauce with the mango and voila, mango rojak for eager taste buds

That backyard used to be our playground. We caught ladybugs there, we contemplated climbing the papaya tree. At the fourth try, we succeeded!! Three of us, Annie, Cecilia and I sat on the tree trunk that looked like a horse back to us! The papaya tree jerked as we played Happy Family on it! Annie was the queen, her sister, Cecilia was the king and I, as usual, as the princess. We didn’t stay on that tree too long, of coz. Grandma came yelling when she saw the three of us up there

Across the river, it’s another kampung. Connected both sides was a wooden bridge. (I think titi is more suitable in the case :P) And that fat lady who snip snip snip my hair off lived just across the river. Grandma told me I yelled at her from our backyard everytime she passed by. Obviously I was very mad at her cutting away my long precious flee-infested hair. I don’t remember being this rude to her… He he… not until grandma so fondly relating it to the whole family when hair is concerned. You can imagine the whole house roars with laughters. I was quite a drama-kid back then Even now… *lol*

So it came to me as a surprise that I don’t even miss my EXPENSIVE curls… I paid a bomb for that and one fine Saturday, after lunching with my SDF buddies, I just walked in the hair dresser’s so ever nonchalantly. I had never walked with such lightness! It’s like I’d shed off a few pounds by cutting off the horrible ends. So much so for the Angelina Jolie curls! Thomas’, my ex-hair dresser is so gonna get it from me.

Now I not only look a whole lot younger I don’t have to wake up earlier just so I could tame my crazy curls. A friend of mum couldn’t believe it when she was told I am now working. "Waah.. this is Adeline? So pretty and tiny. Still studying right?" "Oh yea, my girl is very tiny. No lah, she’s working now. Graduated, remember?" "Ahhhhh? You serious? But she looks so young! I thought she is still studying in secondary school. Ha ha ha… How did she go through interview looking so young?" In case you wonder what I was doing the whole time when this was going on, ah well, I was just standing there and smiling politely at that aunty. That was the second day of me walking around with my new crowning glory.

Next day in the office, many were surprised to see the new me 10 out of 10 reckoned this new hair style looks so much nicer than the previous one. It’s more like Adeline, if you know what I’m saying. He he… I thought I’ve just taken a plain layered cut to the next level when I decided not to straighten my hair. I kept the wavy hair. The subtle wave is still there and that gives my new hair cut a lift, a new dimension with more structure and volume added to the normal flat-pan straight hair. I doubt that anyone would be spoted having anything quite like mine for it is my own creation *gloat*

I think it has even become the ice breaker. "Nice hair, where did you get it?" "I like your hair, it looks so cute"…Yea me too. I simply love my new hair. It’s so much fun carrying it around. I can swing my head with so much ease while jamming with Snow Patrol’s You’re All I Have.

Now the question is… was my previous hair really looked that bad?!?!?!