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Sunday, September 18, 2005

A photo taken 3 weeks ago.

For those who didn't know I cut my hair, yes, I cut my hair. When? One month ago. Why? Miscommunication bout shoulder length hair with the hairdresser. The good thing bout this new hairstyle is, I don't have to comb it often. And I think I'm dropping less hair nowadays. :)

Still, I miss my hair. I'll grow it back. When I finally graduate from nus with a masters degree, my hair should be long again. :)

Short hair gives me less trouble when I drive. My hair won't be all over my face when I'm driving. Also, when I told my teachers I cut my hair short, they sounded slightly more enthusiastic bout meeting me at the end of the year. Haha.

I remember, when I was 19, I jokingly told my teacher that I didn't wanna learn driving yet, so that I'll be more enthusiastic in finding someone to drive me around for the rest of my life. And I told him, if one day I'm really heart brokened, I'll go and cut my hair short.

After numerous heart breaking incidents, I didn't do anything to my hair. It is short now, merely because of a misunderstanding of the definition of shoulder length. And I took up driving lessons, because I think that's million times easier as compared to locating a suitable candidate to drive me around for the rest of my life. Even if I've found a suitable one, I need the other party's consent.

I've seen many of my profs waiting for their wives to pick them up after work. Haha. Ya know, it's equally sweet. :)

Of course, the more crucial reason is, I think I should get a license to fully utilize my family car. Also, what if one day my dad falls ill? It is certainly better if I can drive him to a clinic or hospital. Now, being the only child in the house, I've a greater responsibility. Back in secondary school, I used to wish I'll own a car like that of my principal's. Ha, so it's like killing two birds with one stone.

Or, to put it in another manner, when I can't find anyone to depend on, I need to be independent. When there's no where to seek help from, then be as good as possible, so that I require minimum help from others.

Excited to learn my family car. :) Cars tend to capture my attention these few days.