So I went to get a haircut on Saturday. When the hairdresser asked me what I wanted, I felt like I was being interrogated like every time I try to buy sushi rolls during lunch peak hour. It usually goes like this:
From 2m away, chick behind the counter, ’ Next waiting please! HI! WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE?!’
Me, 2m from her, really want to try something new, but can’t see anything from this far, under time pressure, only manage to quickly say the words that I can think of before I get pushed away, ’ Um! Chilli prawns and California please!’ And then only after I pay for my ultimate usual sushi rolls, I realise that this time, I actually really want to try that steak sushi roll. Dammit. SO. MUCH. PRESSURE.!
Same thing happened on Saturday. Under who-knows-what pressure, I nervously told her that she could do anything with my hair. Dangerous words yea? I know! Luckily though, she didn’t do anything that crazy because I told her I still gotta face my colleagues daily. A good 20 minutes later, my hair was all good at the front. But the back of it went through a drastic change and let’s just say I got a thick weird tail. I would not like to elaborate on this. I walked outside but just had to get back right in to change it to a rather normal hair style. My hair is now all normal and short like a few years ago!
Lesson learnt: Let’s just stick with my existing hair style. Shall we?
Kristen Stewart, girl from Twilight, flipping ruined the movie ‘On the Road’ as soon as I saw her face. Ruined the awesome book written by Jack Kerouac.
“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.” —— Jack Kerouac, ‘On the Road’
I’ve been on holidays for two weeks now - oh yes, the beauty of not having any exam! Been waiting for people to finish their exams so I could go out. However, in the meanwhile, I’ve made the most detailed aircraft model I’ve ever done; I’ve been to bikram yoga and made myself believe I was fit and then lost it all again by eating like a hobo but then went back to bikram again; I’ve been shopping quite a few times too - even though I don’t really like shopping because it makes me sleepy after 1 hour; I’ve finally met Man’s other lover - westsiders really are all very very cool and outgoing; I’m reaching my 700th movie in my life - just 7 more to go; I had brunch with le v after his exam like those old times; i’ve test driven a mini baker street and of course fallen in love with it - but unfortunately I cannot afford it. That’s about it. Two more days, and all the girls will be done with their exams and it’s finally time to hang like christmas ornaments!
Let’s finish this post off with my favourite picture of the week:
Let’s all take 9 seconds and celebrate today with me. I submitted my very last assignment for this semester today at 4pm, and it, sir, concluded my bachelor’s degree -fkyeah. That’s right biatches, no exam for me this year (finally!)!! Thank you, past-jz, for taking all those summer courses and one study aboard program in the past few years. Now I am exam-free, and uni-free. I can now laugh at people who laughed at me for taking a 3rd year subject in 2nd year last year, because now it’s their turn to cram and cry. Anyway, I thought about the past 3 years on the train just briefly before, it did not feel like I’ve completed my degree at all, maybe I will feel it later. Do you feel me? I was just amazed how I’ve gone through an architecture degree without knowing how to use Photoshop, and how I’ve never done my own timetable before, and how my student card has never worked for three years even though I’ve tried to sort it out with the staff in student centre, and of course, how many times I’ve allnightered. I will come back later and spam you all with an reflective essay on my archi years. Behold.
Lastly, let’s take a moment of silence to remember the soon-to-be demolished architecture building.
“Let me see if I’ve got this straight: in order to be grounded, I’ve got to be crazy and I must be crazy to keep flying. But if I ask to be grounded, that means I’m not crazy any more and I have to keep flying.”—Joseph Heller, ‘Catch-22’