Hi! I'm Blonde!
Hmm, Ok, maybe not the BEST way to get attention
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Update: Things have gotten better. I'm happier than I was before and that brief swim in the tar-pit of bleh was very temporary.
My best friend and her husband just recently published their very first webzine. Well, actually it's a revival of an earlier zine he did, but she inspired him to do it again and the results are pretty cool. Go check 'em out at: Foxy Digitalis.
That said, I am feeling a bit left out, because this IS a major achievement for both of them and it's one the internet public can really see. It reminds me that I need to do something too.
Something to add that doesn't speak well of me, but I'm an honest bastard so here goes.
I was offered to write for their very first (re-)issue. A column on anything I wanted, they just wanted to get some of my writing which they like. But yours truly was busy feeling sorry for himself in the tar-pits.
I've learned a lesson. I missed out on something beautiful and I only have myself to blame.
Pride tells me the only way to make peace with this is to come up with something that'll make up not only for doing a dishonor to my best friend and her husband's kindness and confidence in me, but also the dishonor I've done to myself.
Not coincidentally, the very first post in the forum for Foxy Digitalis was my best friend talking about regaining confidence in her own writing and publishing something and owing it most of all to her husband.
So, when you need to notice something....the Universe makes the point repeatedly.
The weak of heart shall sink deeper and those with the 'Warrior's Heart' see it as just a scar, part and parcel of the journey. SO it shall be MY scar rather than my shame.
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I'm going back to Singapore for X'mas. 3 weeks with my whole family who are right now scattered to the 4 corners of the Earth.
It's taken 26 years, but I'm finally taking the decision to shock them and shake them up a little.
No one expects Vastad to bleach his hair blonde and do something with his hair color....so that's just what I'm going to do. "Uh-Oh....guess you HAVEN'T seen all your son can be huh?".
Goddamit...it is hard to make a stand as simple and as symbolic as this. I'm twice the size and strength of my Mom, but I still wonder at the wisdom of my pursuit. My Dad?...whew...he's the most liberal-minded conservative I know. You guys get what I mean? My Dad would make a really good leader for a country with lots of progressive ideas. But in that country, Men shall be men and Women shall be Women. He's never had too much of an issue with self-confidence and so it's never occurred to him why ANYONE would want anything other than their own hair colour....or height, or boob size...whatever. If it doesn't make logical sense to my Dad, it's stupid. Harsh concepts to live under....especially when you were born excited about ghosts, magic and secret societies.
Gosh...parents....
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Anyway...there was a point to this.
I don't want to go blonde. I'm planning on coloring it.
My current feeling is a Dark Punk Red. I don't know what it would be called, but nothing light. Red would have to be dark for my features.
This is an open call to anyone interested in giving some artistic hair advice. If you think I'd look better in other colors, let me know.
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ps - Added a candid piccie of me in the new blonde do.
Hmm, Ok, maybe not the BEST way to get attention
***
Update: Things have gotten better. I'm happier than I was before and that brief swim in the tar-pit of bleh was very temporary.
My best friend and her husband just recently published their very first webzine. Well, actually it's a revival of an earlier zine he did, but she inspired him to do it again and the results are pretty cool. Go check 'em out at: Foxy Digitalis.
That said, I am feeling a bit left out, because this IS a major achievement for both of them and it's one the internet public can really see. It reminds me that I need to do something too.
Something to add that doesn't speak well of me, but I'm an honest bastard so here goes.
I was offered to write for their very first (re-)issue. A column on anything I wanted, they just wanted to get some of my writing which they like. But yours truly was busy feeling sorry for himself in the tar-pits.
I've learned a lesson. I missed out on something beautiful and I only have myself to blame.
Pride tells me the only way to make peace with this is to come up with something that'll make up not only for doing a dishonor to my best friend and her husband's kindness and confidence in me, but also the dishonor I've done to myself.
Not coincidentally, the very first post in the forum for Foxy Digitalis was my best friend talking about regaining confidence in her own writing and publishing something and owing it most of all to her husband.
So, when you need to notice something....the Universe makes the point repeatedly.
The weak of heart shall sink deeper and those with the 'Warrior's Heart' see it as just a scar, part and parcel of the journey. SO it shall be MY scar rather than my shame.
***
I'm going back to Singapore for X'mas. 3 weeks with my whole family who are right now scattered to the 4 corners of the Earth.
It's taken 26 years, but I'm finally taking the decision to shock them and shake them up a little.
No one expects Vastad to bleach his hair blonde and do something with his hair color....so that's just what I'm going to do. "Uh-Oh....guess you HAVEN'T seen all your son can be huh?".
Goddamit...it is hard to make a stand as simple and as symbolic as this. I'm twice the size and strength of my Mom, but I still wonder at the wisdom of my pursuit. My Dad?...whew...he's the most liberal-minded conservative I know. You guys get what I mean? My Dad would make a really good leader for a country with lots of progressive ideas. But in that country, Men shall be men and Women shall be Women. He's never had too much of an issue with self-confidence and so it's never occurred to him why ANYONE would want anything other than their own hair colour....or height, or boob size...whatever. If it doesn't make logical sense to my Dad, it's stupid. Harsh concepts to live under....especially when you were born excited about ghosts, magic and secret societies.
Gosh...parents....
***
Anyway...there was a point to this.
I don't want to go blonde. I'm planning on coloring it.
My current feeling is a Dark Punk Red. I don't know what it would be called, but nothing light. Red would have to be dark for my features.
This is an open call to anyone interested in giving some artistic hair advice. If you think I'd look better in other colors, let me know.
***
ps - Added a candid piccie of me in the new blonde do.
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The hair is great. Stir things up a bit. That is cool going over to Singapore. I have never been there. We have offices there and I should go sometime but I just have not. The East and South America are on my list of must go to places for future travels.
Family.. what can we say? All I know is that the older I get the more I settle into acceptance of them and them of me and the more comfortable and important they become. My rebellion years are definitely behind me.
Later,
Sean