A late bloomer, that’s me.

Fabulosity!

Post on January 16th, 2009 by rienashaifulpunya

Hello reader,

My,my where have all the years gone? I bet you’ve noticed already that I didn’t talk about me being 29. I dread that number. It’s exactly the same feeling when I turned 19. I have left the number ‘1′ and now I’m on my way of losing number ‘2′ of my age. But you know what, I don’t feel like 29, not at all… In bio clock I may look 30 but as a personality I refuse to admit that I feel 29, because I don’t…i just don’t.

Is this what we call denial? I don’t think so. I feel that I did deny myself from whom I really was…since 4 years ago that is. I remember my resolution to quit Cleo and opt for Reader’s Digest instead…yet a stack of 12 copies of Cleo still sit nicely on my shelves every year (so as RD) And how recently I chose to tone down my make up to Natural colours, spared my bill on blouses, handbags and shoes that are of brown hues. All this was indeed for the sake of looking professional and to ensure that I’m taken seriously and that my opinion counts. Humm…I have denied myself from my true identity…

Well this year, I have made up my mind not to walk down the nostalgic road. I’ve got nothing behind me…I must look forward, aim, target, move ahead! Along the way I must at all cost portray my true self, bubbly, chirpy & carefree…so what if I still read Cleo? So what if my Hermes purse is orange? So what if I hang Spongebob & Patrick in my ride? So what if I sync Wallace & Gromit in my iPod? So what if I’m the biggest fan of Gossip Girl? So what if I memorize the Wonderpets song? So what if my bedding sheet is Powerpuff Girls? So what if I’m crazy over the Jonas Brothers? So what??!!! That’s me…just because I turn 29, doesn’t mean I have to act, behave and exhibit certain ways…no…this year is ME time…I must indulge till I feel like stopping, perhaps till I hit the number ‘3′…

As 2009 cashing in the time we have, I will rejoice, celebrate my life, celebrate the people I love and move ahead. I deserve to be happy by being me. And this year, I fancy RED. Don’t ask me why but I think RED signifies female empowerment! Sexy, bold, intelligent, collected…I love Red. Red is my official colour this year.No more conforming to what 29 have to look like, act or behave! Sabrina is young therefore I am…

What better ways to indulge oneself other than shopping eh? So I’ve set a date for me to spend times 3 this month…and to commemorate the new FABULOSITY as Kimor screams all the time (oh, I so adore my woman Kimora!), I shall splurge my hard-earned $$$ on these babies: