shoot me.

+44 and angels and airwaves playing at the same festival, about thirty minutes from where i live right now.

and i will be in singapore.

shoot me.

:(

nonsense.

i cut my hair yesterday.

actually, that's an incredibly singaporean turn of phrase.. because i mean, technically, I didn't cut my hair. i was not the agent of the cutting [in terms of thematic function] and i am clearly not the subject who performs the action of cutting [in terms of grammatical and syntactic function], so i suppose that that sentence would be considered as pragmatically and syntactically inaccurate-- so i shall revise it and instead say: "i got a haircut yesterday." or perhaps "my hair was cut yesterday".. but the use of the passive voice always irks me in some indefinable way.

anyway, back to my point, or lack thereof, before i began correcting my own grammar.. my hair. yes, sadly, my life has dwindled to the point that i am now, as a almost-twenty year old university student, reduced to talking about my hair. it has been hacked off by slightly more than four inches due to the ridiculous number of split ends one acquires in a country where the relative air humidity levels hover between fourty to sixty on good days. [singapore's hover between seventy to a hundred on bad days.] and well, i don't hate the fact that i had my hair cut, although i did bid a teary farewell to the pile of dead hair surrounding my chair, but i very conveniently forgot WHY i decided never to cut my hair a middling length again before i went overseas.

why? because one does not want to wake up fifteen minutes late for one's nine-fifteen class [as i am often wont to do] and have to fight with one's hair for about an hour before one's ready to go out. and that is exactly what i ended up doing today. and it still looks terrible. how frustrating.

i would very much like to claim that shorter hair makes me look somewhat.. more.. sassy. [as my mother has assured me time and time again] but the sad, unfortunate truth is-- shoulder-length straight hair, unfortunately, brings me right back to the days of secondary school where i couldn't figure out what to do with my hair, because well, long hair was too much of a hassle, and short hair was too sacrificial for my tastes, and well, shoulder-length hair, despite it's annoying "i can't do anything with it!" phase, just seemed like the most natural default.

that's IT! shoulder-length hair is the mark of the indecisive and the weak-minded! i knew i was griping about this for a reason. hehe!

now that i've sufficiently bored everyone with talk of my hair, i shall talk of something else that's incessantly boring and extremely self-important. haha. the life of a blogger-- it always promotes self-indulgence and self-pity, and that's quite a pitiable thing in and of itself.

i realise that no one actually reads my blog-- and this is a GOOD thing, no doubt. the truth is, so many of the things that i write down holds utterly no significance to anyone aside from me, that part of me sincerely regrets writing it once i do, but then i have too much pride to retract it. -grins- so the fact that no one reads my blog? a good thing!

i am such a glass half-full person, it scares me sometimes.

it does, though, bode very badly for the current occupation of my life. how am i to aspire to be an award-winning, best-selling author if people don't even find piddling interest in the things i pen down for FREE? i see my future flash before my eyes-- if i'm extremely blessed [i really dislike the word "lucky"], i could end up ghost-writing for celebrities who very much like the sound of an autobiography, except for, well, the "auto-" part of it. i'd never see my name in print, but at least i'd get the satisfaction of seeing my work published. OR i could end up being an editor, which, well, admittedly, would drive me into insane fits of professional jealousy all the time and secretly plotting the death of all the authors under me. of course, there's always writing hallmark cards. or childrens' books like "the adventures of peter and jane!"

hmm. i'd better find a nice, big cardboard box to sleep in before i graduate. heehee.

okay, i'm going off to school to eat the best chicken rice in the world now! [with extra skin, eggs and dark sauce. yuuuum.]

ciao.