Friday, August 18, 2006
my favourite mistake
Yes i had a haircut yet again. Yes i've said i was going to keep it long. Yes yes yes, i'm aware of what i'm saying and doing. But i like to "buang suay" and my first attempt at cutting my own hair some years back (out of sheer frustration and all that teen angst nonsense) was a total disaster. And it wouldn't have mattered since the idea was to remove any symbol of ill luck and such, but i'm vain and thus i leave the job to professional hairstylists.
Ivan wasn't around so i had Sham working on my hair. I was deeply tempted to request for a mohawk or a super duper short cropperdeedoo crop but remember, i'm more vain than angsty. I preen more than i rebel. And i do not want to risk being disowned, heh.
Ivan is endearingly lighthearted funny, with lots of anecdotes to share about life in his village. Sham's easier to talk to and is able to talk about almost anything from light subjects like the overrated local singing competition (i'm still sore over Mathilda's elimination) to heavier topics like... religion. On a personal level, even. And marriage! Hoho. Polygamy, skin colour, geography, we talked quite abit. Plus a head massage. Yay to awesome hairstylists cum listening ears!
That's right, i was desperate for some form of therapy other than my music, colour, art and such. I needed to talk, and the best thing i have with me were the walls. They don't lie, they don't interrupt, they don't challenge your opinions and thus i take it that they're respecting me. But guess what? They can't respond either.
As for him, he has always been sweet. I told him i gave up on talking, just like i've given up on hope sometimes. Everyone else needs to be heard, and there's only enough space and attention for them. I befriend walls and dustbunnies and this trusty old blog. He coaxed me into talking once again, i did, for a temporary period and it felt damn good...
...and then i'm back on my own. Because ultimately, it is my battle alone and if there's anyone to emerge triumphant and victorious, it'll be me.
Are you gonna stop me? Or are you gonna sit back and watch me repeat the same mistakes again?
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fara // 23:40
my favourite mistake
Yes i had a haircut yet again. Yes i've said i was going to keep it long. Yes yes yes, i'm aware of what i'm saying and doing. But i like to "buang suay" and my first attempt at cutting my own hair some years back (out of sheer frustration and all that teen angst nonsense) was a total disaster. And it wouldn't have mattered since the idea was to remove any symbol of ill luck and such, but i'm vain and thus i leave the job to professional hairstylists.Ivan wasn't around so i had Sham working on my hair. I was deeply tempted to request for a mohawk or a super duper short cropperdeedoo crop but remember, i'm more vain than angsty. I preen more than i rebel. And i do not want to risk being disowned, heh.
Ivan is endearingly lighthearted funny, with lots of anecdotes to share about life in his village. Sham's easier to talk to and is able to talk about almost anything from light subjects like the overrated local singing competition (i'm still sore over Mathilda's elimination) to heavier topics like... religion. On a personal level, even. And marriage! Hoho. Polygamy, skin colour, geography, we talked quite abit. Plus a head massage. Yay to awesome hairstylists cum listening ears!
That's right, i was desperate for some form of therapy other than my music, colour, art and such. I needed to talk, and the best thing i have with me were the walls. They don't lie, they don't interrupt, they don't challenge your opinions and thus i take it that they're respecting me. But guess what? They can't respond either.
As for him, he has always been sweet. I told him i gave up on talking, just like i've given up on hope sometimes. Everyone else needs to be heard, and there's only enough space and attention for them. I befriend walls and dustbunnies and this trusty old blog. He coaxed me into talking once again, i did, for a temporary period and it felt damn good...
...and then i'm back on my own. Because ultimately, it is my battle alone and if there's anyone to emerge triumphant and victorious, it'll be me.
Are you gonna stop me? Or are you gonna sit back and watch me repeat the same mistakes again?
fara // 23:40
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