Stressed or Simply Getting Old? I can't make up my mind!

Yesterday morning, 30th January 2012, around 6:30am I received the worst gift of all from God. A strand of white hair. Oh great! So I had to pick up my father's gene! Fortunately, my mother only started getting her white hair in her forties.

I was so much in denial that I also considered possibility that I was coloured blind. I swear! Later I started to dwell over the fact that am I getting old or simply stressed? I can bet the latter! Gosh, I am only 23.

The thought was followed by a battle on whether I should pluck out the strand or cut it close to the roots. There is this saying I heard from somewhere that plucking out a white hair makes the matter even worse. One strand of hair can kill so many brain cells!

I couldn't resist but to write this post. I know it is ridiculous but then again, its a memory I rather store in my blog then to publish it on my Timeline.

Signing off for today. Got to make a point to start blogging again. Soon!