24082010

Bed Hair Day.

For your information I spent today mostly at home sleeping.
Its not that much of a surprise when you think in terms of a SP student.
Now is the YOG holiday period and people who have not much to do my understand.
Well, its not like I don't have much to do, today's just happens to be a lazy day.

Ah, I just remembered that I have to send my friend this thing for our FYP report.
So you can wait a little right??
A picture for you to think about while I do my things.


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5 hours later
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Ok, I'm back. Actually I'm too tired to blog now. BUT WHAT THE HECK.
It seems I took abit too long on my work and thinking and manga.
Yes, its very hard to resist manga.
I'm trying my best.
I'm really really sleepy now but there's only an hour before 5 o'clock, in which the time when I'm supposed to eat before fasting during the day.

Oh yea.
The reason why tonight's post is called bed hair day is because I had bed hair.
For the whole day.
Ok, at least until halfway in NTUC.
Well of course, I had been dead asleep most of the day.
Just now I went to Eastpoint with that hair.
I didn't really care how it looked.
Its just that I get this bouncy feeling on my head the whole time.
That top picture didn't really show my bed hair, but boy was it bouncy.
My hair gets flat about an hour after leaving the bed(unless i showered)
ok fine i admit going to NTUC directly after waking up.
So I guess it flattened while i was marketing.
Luckily I have awesome hair.

Hey.
What's up with people, huh?
They all have their own desires and thanks to that parties emerge.
"Parties of different opinions"
All my life I always try to understand people and not be one-sided.
Nowadays I feel like I'm contradicting myself.
Sometimes I even realise that I lie to myself.
I look around at one angle, and then I notice that I worry about how people look at me than how I look at myself.
I feel that I put unnecessary pressure on myself.
Look how I became hesitant. Indecisive. Incapable.
"Change" is a horrible word.
Its a tiny word easy to pronounce.
Its a word that gives hope to people.
Yet its a word that hurts people to achieve what they want.
It is a word that challenges people.
It is a word that makes people struggle.
And "change" changes people.
That is how it is also beautiful.
And how I desire it.

Oh well.
I'm gonna endure for the next one hour.
Ciaossu.