mission:haircut. (:

I'm so happy! I managed to cut my hair today! Like, phew. One hell of a load off my chest. Well, actually not. My main objective in cutting my hair.. was to get rid of the fringe. But it's still there. Oh whatever.

BUT MY HAIR LOOKS BETTER THAN BEFORE! Hah. In your face.

You know, the hairstylist was seriously, damn good. Verena was like telling me he was initially from the hair salon JENSEN.. then he went on to REDS.. and believe me. REDS is like, DAMN good-kinda thing. They do hair for local celebrities. And they COST like major atomic/nuclear bombs kinda prices. Anyway, then after REDS, he went onto doing his own business. And you know what? He has SO much expertise, yet he charges only $15 for students, $22 for adults. Amazing guy.

I'm so damn glad he did my hair. I look more glam now. [LOL. What a thing for me to say.] No, but honestly. Seriously. REALLY. My hair looks better. Thank God. But it still sucks, to a certain extent. The DAMNED fringe. And I look like a dork when I tie my hair up.

After cutting my hair, Mag and I headed to town, cos she wanted to get her black sneaks. Bloody bought the VANZ pair that was like, $89 kinda thing. God. So expensive. But it was considered the cheapest shoe there at the shop, so like yeah. Whatever. She had the cash, anyway.

She was asking me what I was gonna do with my life. I got no idea, HONESTLY, I tell you right now. I'm not the type of a girl who'd sit behind a desk and do paperwork, answer phone calls, stuff like that. I'm not an admin-like person. NOR am I the sort who'd do advertisments and stuff. AND not forgetting, the business era. I'm not so into business and all.

Me? Things like the stock-market? Insurance? Buying and selling? PLEASE.

So yeah. I don't know what am I gonna do. I'm not a doctor-ish person as well. I'm not so into medical things, and I'm not a person who's interested in science. No scientist jobs for me, thankyouverymuch.

What am I gonna do?

I know my current interest now is just.. music. I wanna learn guitar. Drums, maybe. People say I sing good. But how far can I go with this musical interest? What happens when it just stops? What am I gonna do then?

I honestly, seriously, frankly, truthfully, do not know. For real.

And worst part is.. in a place like Singapore? Where the music industry is like, poof? Zilch? Nada? Musicians can never make it big here. I mean, you read the papers. Check out Maia Lee. Her record is SO damn f-ing rocker chic-kinda thing. So bloody good. Better than Taufik's, anyway. Just so, in my opinion. But when she sang at the club, EVERYONE there was just giving that "yeah man.. whatever." attitude. Like, what?

I mean, if I was there, and if I was Maia.. I'll just cry! Really. There you are singing your soul out, and everyone else is just walking around, talking, drinking.. whatever. Don't know bout you, but it just gives me the "i-should-just-stop-and-give-up." kinda feeling. Horrible.

By the way, if you're really THAT outdated, I'm not planning to go to sec 5 next year. I don't wanna do my O's in a stupid school, where there're NOSEYparkers watching you at every angle. I'm just gonna drop out after N's, probably go to ITE or SHATEC. Only heaven knows where I'm off to.

Help! I don't know what I'm going to do after my N's.

After getting Mag's shoes, we walked to YAMAHA at PS, cos I wanted to check out the guitars there. The cheapest one is like, $250? LORD ALMIGHTY. Wonder which will cost more. Repairing the guitar, or buying a new one. Hmm.

Then yeah. We went home after that. So bloody tired. And I'm sick. How about that. Tomorrow, I got my Malay B oral exam. At St Pats.

What the hell.

I just hope I don't stutter or whatever. And not forgetting, my malay. Hopefully, I know the words to the oral. If I start speaking in English, I'm as good as dead!

I better get going. Its 11:30pm, and .. I'm already yawning. God, I just love playing with my curly hair. Hah. Sigh. Another 5 more days to get over with. And its the REAL deal. Tsk.