:) + :(

I finally had my official haircut today since March, where a shaver is the substitute of scissors in that ‘tragic’ 20th March. I came back home, had lunch, rest, then went to the usual hairstylist I would visit, and… *drum-rolling* cut my hair.

You won’t understand how glad am I to have that haircut, especially for those who never undergone National Service. We waited so long for the moment where we can grow our hair back to its original length and have our usual hairstyle. Which NS boy who had his hair shaved on the day they arrived could ever forget that nightmarish lawnmower-like sound of that shaver?
And after constant critics from my friends: ‘Yeeer, your hair ugly/messy/funny lar…’, ‘Go cut your hair lar…’ etc, I realised I totally really need a haircut when I can’t manage my hair with that mousse anymore. A few words to express my feeling: glad, joyful etc.

Hence, I’m so ;D now…

But I were so fed-up for being a treasurer for that Ping Pong Competition, I never learn accounting before T.T and non of the committee replied me >W<
Help~

Human Nature

There was a rare meteor shower this early morning...

I had the urge to stay up and witness this event- there will not be many oppurtunities for us to experience this event in our lifetime. Yet I chose to wrap myself in bed rather than making stupid mythical wishes on those sprinkles. I unintentionally pondered things that may happen to me in the near future as I tried to force myself to doze off; when I finally managed myself to get a good sleeping position to rest myself, disturbing sequences flashed through my sight almost immediatly. It shocked me up from my short sleep. I can barely felt my feet for minutes from it, there were hot sweats trickling down my neck. Every strand of my courage had been robbed off for that instance, I almost tremble. How long can I live a life like this?

Unlike previous years, I would confide to my godsister or confess to the bronze statue of Siddhata. But as I grow up, I swallow my true feelings and pain so often even from them.

It is not the matter of trust- maybe just a matter of pride or the escalating stubbornness inside me. I swallow my pains from now on, I'm getting better in faking smiles and expressions when I'm in pain. And I think I've done a great job in faking expressions. And I try to remind myself constantly to not to accidentally step into holes leading to hypocracies every time I faked myself; it is like multi-tasking.

I know this is unhealthy and is nothing to be proud of, but I feel better at times- yet sometimes I just want to tell everyone what I've been through. Still, it is pointless, I used to feel worse when I told my friends what I've been through- funny huh?

Anyway, this dream concerns about my father and I. It brings back ugly memories and added to uglier image I had for him. I woke up feeling damn emo.

Thanks to a friend, he cheered my morning with some more ' "Yo Mama..." Jokes':
' Ur mother is so fat that when she fell in love she broke it. '
' Ur momma is so fat that when she went to the beach, the Greenpeace roll her back to the sea. ' etc...
Thanks, my draggy bitchy friend plus the entertainment from you guys today...

Anyway, we just finished our examination today. I don't really give a damn this time, I should not be surprised if I get two F's..

In the end of this day, I think I regretted not making stupid wishes on those meteor rain...

Human nature...