| What a (Y)ear |
| Maybe some things are not meant to be after all. You could spend months showering your care on it, only to find it's not meant to last. Oh, by the way, I'm not talking about a dead pet, although my little sister's hamster escaped from its cage and hasn't been seen ever since. We were all distraught about the little hamster. I was especially so, as I didn't fancy finding its furry body motionless under my bed or at some wierd corner in my room. But no, I'm talking about my earholes which I painstakingly pierced 6 months ago. It was such a momentous decision. Deciding to pierce again after 2 unsuccessful times. The first was an almost-infection. The second was a bloody hard time, literally, taking the studs out from my ears which I will spare the gory details... And this time I thought I had more luck. Even when my left earhole started feeling sore even after 3 months, i persisted on. I bought it new earrings- lovely diamond studs (fake ones of course), elegant tai-tai pearl looking ones, silver cross studs. It was such fun while it lasted. It enhanced my outfit, or so I thought. And it gave me reason to shop for new earrings. It made me notice other people's earrings all of a sudden. Earrings can make such powerful statements. Imagine a long dangling pair with elaborate design. You could wear all black and look stunning. THAT, is the power of earrings. And yet, even as I tenderly dab alcohol for my earlobes during its tender moments, it has still closed up obstinately. What defiance. What pride. What healing powers! It pains my heart nowadays whenever I chance a stranger walking past, with nice earrings twinkling in sight. I cry for my beareaved left ear hole. Then again, I might pierce again. Didn't they say you got to be ruthless that way????? 20 Dec 2003 |