Monday, September 17th 2007

I've got my hair cut again.
I realised, while sitting there flipping through hairstyle magazines, that I don't really care what style I cut, as long as it's not uneven and wispy. It just annoys me when people have a "tail" in their hair. I just don't get it, but I have no say in their hair. I picked a short hairstyle out of the book, telling my hairdresser about the adjustments I wanted her to make.
It didn't turn out remotely like the picture in the magazine, which is/was a relief, because I didn't like the front of the style in the magazine very much. I quite like my new hairstyle. It's neat enough, not too terrible-looking.

Discovered the wonders of coloured-pencils. They add colour and life to my drawings I've so painstakingly done. I've realised that talent isn't the most important thing in Art, only patience and willingness.
It's a nice subject, because we get to do all the close-to-heart stuff, relate to the topics given, spend time discovering new meanings, looking deeper, practice art skills,practice patience, and it's not too acadamic. It's nothing like Math. It's just how you feel your drawings or paintings, get absorbed. Also, for me, the end result is almost always satisfying, like all that effort I've put in has not been wasted.

Ms Jac Yip told Becca and I that we'll be getting back our 'O' Eng prelim papers tomorrow. Am not too worried about the first part of the paper, which is compo and letter-writing. The topic I picked for my compo was "Pests". Heh.
I remember writing about what that word means to me, what comes to my mind when I see/read that word. For example, pests can mean dirty rats or greedy locusts, but they can also mean annoying people. I wrote about pesticides, what are they for, and what would happen if human pesticide had been created/discovered. I ended the compo with "After all, intolerance is only human". I'll type it out when I get it back.
I'm worried about the compre part of the paper. It's always the part that I'm worried about. I just can't get it. Anyway, I can't remember what the passages were about. First sign that I'm going to do badly.

I'm thankful today didn't go badly. I escaped Mrs Khoo's clutches during Math, I didn't complete my homework. Mom didn't yell at me for having my hair cut (she used to do that every time I got it cut), Dad didn't say anything. My brother either couldn't be bothered to notice or just didn't, luckily. The less people grumble, the better. My sis isn't home yet, I don't know what she'd say, but I hope it's nothing negative.
I don't understand why people care about my hair so much. It's my hair, for goodness' sake! Never mind them, I shan't care what they think. If they're not happy with my hair, so be it.

Life's just too short to keep trying to live up to other people's expectations.

Gosh, I love my motto.