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Lifestyle change

  • 18th Jan, 2005 at 9:03 AM

As I walked around Hong Kong, I was able to notice a greater variety of Asian faces than I'd ever seen before. What struck me was how aged people looked over there. It's the sun, the pollution, the stress of everyday life. But it had a profound effect on me.

I looked at my grandfather, and looked at my father, and looked at myself in the mirror. Then I realised that I've been wasting the beauty of youth for all this time, and that I should get myself together before my hair fell out and the wrinkles set in. Then I've remembered how Julie's been nagging me to go to the gym, or take off that vest, or exfoliate.

Clothes are cheap over there, so I went and bought myself a reasonably sharp wardrobe. I could find no help, but I think I managed to get some decent apparel. I had hoped to come back and go on a makeover adventure with Julie, but she's no longer here. So I suppose I'll have to do this all by myself.

The next thing to do, I think, is to get a decent haircut. I seem to remember that a "number five Ceasar" looked good on me, so perhaps I can find a barbershop that will do that. And then, I'll try to go to a beauty supply shop, and find out what I need to clear up my face. Finally, signing up for a membership at the YMCA and learning how to use the machines.

It's truly odd how all these years of nagging have never gotten to me. How I've never paid attention to my appearance until now. Maybe the constant requests to take care of myself caused me to rebel, and not take care of my body in spite. But I feel time creeping up on me, and I'd better use the rest of my youth while I can.

Then I'll have to figure out how to look dignified, after I can no longer look attractive.


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18th Jan, 2005 08:20 (UTC)
...it's in the shine of the eyes...
"Then I'll have to figure out how to look dignified, after I can no longer look attractive."

Don't worry about "dignity" and western conceptions of it. Gautama Buddah looked dignified, with or without robes. At least all the representations of him, living or inanimate look that way. Dignity is in the eyes and it runs deeply into the universe from that entry point.

18th Jan, 2005 13:03 (UTC)
I hear you, about the rebellion thing. One day, I decided that I'd rebel against the rebellion, in some way. I thought that just doing the opposite of what I'm being told to do, in spite, was falling into the trap as much as doing everything I was told to do. Take what's good and true, leave the bad behind.

As for looking good, I find that it's mostly about how I feel than how I actually look. Sometimes, I know I have a stupid looking shirt or haircut, but I feel cool anyway, so I'm good and confident. Other times, I try on something fashionable or my hair looks good in the mirror, but I feel like a dork and hate it. True story: "Pierre, you have a splatter of something on your cheek." -- "That's okay, I can't see it."
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