Gorgeous

 So what started off as reading my TVB tabloids turned into watching video playlist in YouTube of a TVB artist. Aaryn Cheung reminds me of M when he sings. I guess the algorithm was game strong seeing how they kept pushing different videos of Taylor Swift on my newsfeed. The first one I watched was her progress on the song that is the title of my post today. I noticed something odd with her teeth, enunciation, and how she closed her mouth. Googled dental works to find out if I was right on her wearing braces or retainers in that video. Discovered that she did get braces and even possibly have an overbite!

Telly’s still been switched on all this while and they were showing artists during quarantine. They’ve either had to travel for work purposes, or live away from their family and were returning to visit. (It was the final episode btw.) Samantha Ko was giving a tour of her spacious suite and looking at the items she brought with her made me suddenly realized how badly I have been treating myself in terms of self care and my looks. I have been struggling so much to get up and go to work that I neglected everything else. Staying afloat on the surface took up too much energy and headspace. Driven by a sudden urge to “tidy” myself, I released the bulldog clip on my hair, picked up my pink comb, and became combing my hair. The first few strokes were met with so much resistance because of the knots. I hadn’t realize how tangled and probably messy it was since my hair is always up in a ponytail. The downward sliding motion as I combed through the tangles felt surprisingly therapeutic. I began enjoying this and... and... it struck me how similar this combing action was to the sensory brushing that YS showed me. I wasn’t feeling any particular sensation on my scalp but I guess the repetitive stroking was... calming...? Had a look at myself in the mirror and I guess combing your hair does make a difference in appearance. My reflection was smiley and zen. I liked that, and I think I will make a few more attempts to comb my hair. But of course, because my sensitivity threshold is so narrow, I need to not overindulge in pleasant sensations lest I slip into my inner world.