Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Hi fellas,

Transformation is never easy for it requires every single cell in your body to agree with it. To live in the past is synonymous with me and my way of living. However, it is not like the end of the world if I were to change, a bit. There are so many things that I do today, are not really what I used to do back then. I can't help but to notice it bit by bit. Is this good and worthy? Perhaps it is.

I used to think that pink is not my colour. It represents softness and above all WOMEN. I would not imagine myself having any furniture or even clothing in pink. No offense, fellas. I thought it was lame... Now, I find out that pink is a wonderful colour and very soothing to look at. It does not degrade a man and his so called 'toughness' if one were to wear pink. In fact, it brings up glow and tenderness in a man. Mmmm... Am I turning into what I think I am...? Nope. Still hard...oppsss...you don't wanna go there, fellas. What I am saying is I now officially have two pink T-shirts, a pink shirt, a pink tie, a pink bed spread, and a pink computer table. Wow... not to mention, I have a soft toy which I called 'Pinky' simply because she is pink. What...? A soft toy?! Oh dear... don't get me wrong. I am still a man. And, I am wearing an over-sized pink long trainer while I am typing this post. What the heck am I doing...?

My wardrobe used to be pale and dull. I have black T-shirts more than one can imagine. Grey is another colour which I used to love because people say that grey is the new black...yea right. Grey is grey and black is black. Most of my shirts were either black, grey, or dark blue. Boring huh...? But now, I have more colourful shirts and T-shirts in my wardrobe. Why...? Keep on reading, fellas.

One other thing is that, I love ghost stories but I have no guts to watch them alone. I hate it so much when it shocks me. I couldn't sleep well after watching them. I imagined many things and 99.9% of it was ghost. I hated it so much. I don't mind watching two guys strangling each other and shooting at each other but not ghost. On the contrary, now, I have two whole stacks of DVD folders with all ghost movies in them. Weird huh...? Now, read carefully, I did not mention that I love them, I still hate them but I find it more thrilling to watch them... not alone. I still use my dearly bolster to cover my view once in a while especially when the scary scenes are coming up. Chicken huh...? Nope. Just hate to be scared. Why is this happening...?

Though transformation is not an easy thing to be done but it would not hurt to try especially when life seems to be predictable. There is no more thrill in pursuing it hence it is pointless. It is like when one can guess what is coming next, well then, it is the right time for one to change.

The answer to all of the changes in me is MY BB. Thanks to my BB for inspiring me and always believe in me. She is my wardrobe's advisor and of course, my psychologist especially in the ghost thingy. You know what I mean. It is not an award winning and a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious kind of transformation, after all. The most vital thing is I have found the NEW ME. Not bad at all, I would say.

Not bad at all...