The problem with cutting a new hairstyle is that it's always a risk. Currently, I feel as though I am some Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde with my hairdo of a side long and a side short. It wasn't supposed to be like that, but the only consolation is, its rather unique. Hopefully, my classmates wouldn't burst into laughter at the side of me on Monday morning. This is giving me total jitters and making me nervous.

My mum totally laughed at me when she saw it. Ah wells, it is fun to explore all the hairstyles of this lifetime instead of the boring schoolgirl that has lasted me through now.

I'm into the blog/livejournal thing again.

Traveling by car with my parents and seeing the sights and sounds of Singapore that I rarely visit made me feel like an excited child again. The project: to take photographs before the due time for my assignment.

So we visited places that apparently my mum haven't been for more than thirty years, this was followed by going to the new Marina Barrage where my mum and I fooled around with the camera and sending the pictures to my dad's e-mail account.

Taking pictures and listening to my parents talk remind me of the times when I used to hike with both of them in this forest in the middle of nowhere. Of course, this was followed by eating which is a definite must in my family.

I think both of my parents can be hilarious sometimes, like for example: my mum and I can have a whole conversation in front of my dad about him, and he wouldn't even know about it due to his lack of hearing. I was telling her sooner or later we all have to learn hand signs, which I did when I was asking him a question yesterday evening. For example: I wanted to ask 'is the Life newspaper in the room?'

I had to mouth the word 'Life' very slowly and at the same time drawing a big box in the air with my fingers indicating the room. I know: total failure. He replied though, so I counted it as a success.

I think I figured out why I'm having this huge writer's block. It's the matter of wanting to impress everybody with my 'terrific' writing that the pressure explodes my brain into an equivalent of no plot. I guess I should just let the words flow, like I did. Perhaps it's time to change it to do.

Having dinner with Matilda yesterday was definitely enlightening. It's a reminder why I miss my ex-schoolmates so much, especially with the back-and-forth discussion we always have.

And now I'm struggling with camera and lighting stills. Taking pictures give me a headache especially when I have no idea what to take. Agh!

I've recently watch an incredibly adorable film called 'Charlie Bartlett.' It has the guy from Star Trek The Movie (Anton Yelchin, who is an actual Russian) and RDJ, who plays an alcoholic father and principal struggling to be the best in both roles. Charlie Bartlett councils his schoolmates in the boy's room and at the end of it, give them drugs telling them that by taking it, it will make them feel better. The twist? Charlie Bartlett has a father in prison and a mum who is slightly crazy. The quirky movie allows you to sympathise and empathise the characters, and it's one of those movies that you will watch especially on a day you are feeling down.

Ah, Charlie Bartlett.

I've been thinking, perhaps I'm not as open minded as I thought. Conversations with friends and a little story made me realise that perhaps I do belittle things and do not accept beliefs, or rather, not respecting them at all. It's tough though, since who in this world is that adaptable, but yes, I am justifying myself because it's a weird world.

I try my best to understand people views, but occasionally I they're narrow mindedness turns me off and now I suddenly realise I'm not as open minded as I would like to be. But we grow up with differently lifestyles and I'm trying to learn to see it that point of view, but I can't help but be a little angry especially on certain topics.

And because of my vivid stubbornness, I do feel that I need people to listen to me, and for their views to change. It's hard though, because I've come from a background different from many of my friends. And I wonder whether it's wrong to actually change people's views.

After all, no one really knows what is wrong or what is right. And who are we to dictate them?

I hate it when I think I typed something wrongly and accidentally click the 'send' button. But yup, I'm definitely not going to think too much about it.

Quoted:
"If I ask you not to think of chocolate cake what is the first thing you think of?"
"Chocolate Cake!"


Chris Pine and Michael Weatherly have an uncanny resemblance. It's damn right creepy.

Finished SGA, all five seasons.

I kinda missed the old supernatural, where Sammy boy was good (instead of this weird ass greedy for blood weirdo) and the brothers get along much better despite their different ways. The episodes when it's mostly concentrated on kicking the myths and legends from windigoes, to werewolves and even shape-shifters.

Damn.

Supernatural season 1, I miss you. Think I'm going to watch it again.