fur ball.

After my NS, I wanted to try something different with my hair. The prospect of coloring it again was something I totally avoided due to my rising fears of going bald some day. I decided to grow a wee bit of my hair, more like just a tail down my back so I could braid it, I felt this was pretty safe a decision as compared to growing a whole head of hair thanks to my wonderful thick chunky munky curls which I sweared to never see growing again post my poly days.

The first two haircuts went good, but after a while... too much explanations and disobedient stylists have left me with this growing at the back of my head.

Yes... WTF! must have just ran past your mind. My girlfriend has been quick to brand it as "the plantation". My mother thinks it's nice, then again she hasn't been wearing her glasses too often these days. My eldest brother laughs every time he sees it and my second brother says it looks like a rooster. Oh and Nivi compared it to a prata shop uncle's hairstyle the other day.

Right now I don't know why I am still growing this thing but I kinda like it cause it's at least something different. Anyway my girlfriend finally agreed to do some house keeping at her plantation and this was the result.

Honestly... I love it and now I see a reason to grow it even further. You may think I'm crazy... maybe I just am.

make that a fifteen.

you made yesterday memorable.

today perfect.

and tomorrow a dream.

I appreciate the little things you do to make my day.

every single detail.

and I'm thankful for you.

I love you baby!

sneeze.

As a kid I used to sneeze with my mouth into the open. sniffing the weird stench which came along and pretty much grossed myself out most of the time. As I grew, I started squeezing my nose every time I felt that familiar tinkle come about. A friend once told me how his relative was admitted into a hospital due to the "recoil" (sorry for the army term there) of this action having killed too many of his brain cells.

I don't know how true that fact is but, for the past fifteen years at least, every time I've had to sneeze, I automatically clinched the few muscles around the area to pretty much reduce the impact of the sneeze. To my conscience, if squeezing my nose with my hands was bad, not using my hands and still trying to stop it was pretty safe a thing to do. The other day an elder saw me do this and advised that I should just let it out to clean my nostrils blah blah blah.

I tried a couple of times but went back to my nose muscles exercise routine. After the topic was brought up, for some weird reason I have been very sensitive towards people sneezing around me. If someone sneezed into their hands, I would avoid hand contact cause of the germs probably layered onto his/her hands. I got super grossed the other day when a PRC immigrant sneezed out loud further down the cabin on the train. About 10 secs later I smelt that weird smell I was used to as a kid. He made my morning.

I think it's weird how over the years I have become a slave to my mind. If my brain can't accept something, I just can't change it no matter how hard I try. Eg: If I eat something and puke once, I never try it again cause for some reason If I ate it again, I would mentally keep reminding myself of the previous incident and would end up puking in the end. 

monday blues.

And so I returned to school after the hols and was slapped with a nice 3.5hrs break in between a couple of lessons. We went to the library looking for something to watch to kill time.

PS: NTU has a way suckier collection as compared to Ngee Ann seriously.

Kenneth: Dude, they have reservoir dogs!

Me: What's the call number?

Kenneth: Fuck! I didn't check!

Russell: Faster! Cause it's either reservoir dogs or open season!