Haircut

I had so many disasterous haircuts in the past - eventhough they're always the same style. Or end up the same way. I hated haircuts. I hated how I look after every haircut. I hated how my mom had to drag me by my scalp to get my to the place of mass destruction. I hated how my mom knows the hair butcher lady so well that they could chat forever while the butcher woman multitasked by cutting my hair.

Oh come on. A lot of girls say that they have miscommunication problems with the hair dresser. When I think back, it's no miscommunication problem for my case. It was the total lack of communication. The sin of silence. Oh my beloved hair, I did not do you justice! Oh, back in the days when I was so submissive to mom in matters like this.

Now, whenever I get a haircut, I tell the hair person to just cut whatever they think is suitable for me. I just need some layers to not make it so flat. I still freak out after every haircut. I feel a little different. It's awkward. Most people don't even notice I got my hair trimmed. Last few haircuts have been my breakthrough moments. Got a fringe by accident - and I actually liked it. It gives me cheaper fares on the bus sometimes because I look like a high schooler but I always get asked for a proof of age everytime I purchase alcohol. The following haircut, about 6 inches were chopped off under the influence of my Thai friend. I honestly think it's too short - and I look like Chibimaruko-chan. Yet, I enjoy the thrill of change; that fresh feeling.

So.. to fringe, or not to fringe? That is my question. I'll find out next week I guess, this week to too hot for me to walk more than 100m under the sun.

I could not ask for more: Part 2

This was on my housemate's msn personal message:

"It's not our pain of being torn. It's our pain of not being one."

Farewells and goodbyes, are fine when I'm secured with the knowledge that we will meet again soon enough, and that when we meet, circumstances are still quite the same. Oh, farewells and goodbyes, are also very fine if I don't like you.

I have to be honest. It's not fine when I will significantly miss them. It's not fine if I don't get to talk to them again. It's not fine when I have a dependency on them and suddenly that privilege is stripped from me. Yet time after time, it's proven that things would be better eventually. We'll all be better in time.

(Official accompanying background song: Better In Time performed by Leona Lewis)

I could not ask for more: Part 1

Farewells and goodbyes are the hardest thing for me. I've seen them so often but I can never get used to seeing people leave the pages of my life's story. I was 10, and there was Grace. We played in class, laughed with each other and even got scolding together. Yes, Ms Geetha, I remember you smacking my head with my exercise book in Moral class, woman. It was very ethical and professional of you. The following year, Grace got transferred to another school.

I struggled for a bit. My grades were pretty bad and I never took liking in doing homework. (Art is exceptional) Got close to Su Ching. We use the same car pool to get back from school. Mom borrowed her math exercise books for me to catch up on the entire year's math homework. Math made sense ever since. (but that's before uni came) We got really close. She went to another school the following year as well.

I cried on both occasions. Did I do anything wrong?

I was 12. I started to draw manga characters; heavily influenced by Sailormoon. I could only afford to get 1 comic at a time so I chose Dragon Ball - a manga I've been following since I was 9. Kok Quin lent me the Sailormoon and I remembered how we had to smuggle them in school. We drew our own manga and exchanged opinions. We were really passionate about them. Kok Quin was also the one and only person in my life, in which I had a cold war with. I'm not sure how long it lasted but I remember quite clearly how it ended:

It was after the exams and the Physical Exercise class was optional. A few was left in class and we accidentally talked to each other. The awkwardness soon died and we were talking as comfortably as before.

K Q: Hey Adrienne, do you think we could be friends again?
(the latter of the sentence came out like random mumbles)
Adr: Huh?
K Q: Uh never mind.
But I heard every word
Adr: K Q, we're always friends.

We smiled. More of grinned actually. And guess what was the first thing we said to each other? "LET ME READ YOUR COMIC!!" I was so short, so slow and always behind the crowd, she even had to read my UPSR results for me. That year itself, we graduated from primary school.

A month later, I got the offer letter to St George's. She's the first person I called. She got it too. Always remember, Adrienne, everything happens for a greater reason - eventhough it doesn't seem like it at the present.

When the Chicken Separates O'Clock

UngracefulPanda : When are you cooking, babe?
AwesomePossum : When the chicken separates.
UngracefulPanda : (Thought she heard something else) What time is dinner?
AwesomePossum : When the chicken separates.

So the two pieces of frozen maryland was stuck together and he shall cook for yours ungracefully when-the-chicken-separates o'clock. Took a lot of brainpower to decipher this; so the ungraceful one decided to take a nap to make up for all the lost power.

She woke up to a peck on the cheek, a *huge* plate of pasta, roasted maryland and a bottle of white wine. Life is good.