There has only been two hairdressers which i have been two so far: my mum's bathroom and my mum's ol' faithful saloon, which she has been patronizing for the last decade or so. I suppose, then, my options are pretty limited.

Ahh, all experiences to the hairdressers' have been normal, thus far, except for that one time where this male-feminine-ish hairdresser winked at me while someone else was washing my hair. Like, SPARE ME, I've got a life... unlike you . Or perhaps I wasnt wearing my glasses and saw wrongly... Hmm.  

So, I went to get my hair chopped off last week, I saw this guy hairdresser whose fashion sense I didnt particularly fancy, I mean,  short tight white t-shirt with low jeans? C'mon, who needs to see it? Like anyone wants to see it... sheesh. Talk about public indecency.

Next I see a Guy who's on his way to becoming a Female. Or perhaps he's a Guy who dresses up like a Female, still wanting to be a Guy but to be seen as a Female... I'm not quite sure, but gender limbo he's in. A pretty lady did his hair, but he just went on chatting with his Male friend who insisted on staying by his side the whole 2 hours. Then that hairdresser whose fashion sense I didnt fancy, went and blow his hair, and guess what? for the next 20 minutes I hear a steady stream of chit-chat, Manly laughs, and perhaps Giggles. Guess they have LOTS of things in common, for starters, they're all currently in gender limbo.   

Life is filled with... different characters. Man! 

Today, while clearing my freezer of 9 TUBS OF ICE-CREAM, I asked my dog for her perspective of life...

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She apperently did not respond because she was too deep in thought. Well, so much for trying to understand the mind of a dog... back to clearing ice-cream tubs, vanilla, chocolate & vanilla, potong, vanilla, strawberry, vanilla, bulla vanilla, vanilla, and vanilla. =)

Some people are addicted to sniffing paint for that cheap temporary high, a hideous addiction...

I have been forced to sniff paint for the past two nights, disgusting, you wake up still sniffing the fumes so thick that you can almost taste them; 18 mintues later, you're out of breath. I don't do this for kicks, it's partially dangerous, but my room doors have just been painted, again.

Yea, what's life without a few freshly painted purple doors now and then?

If you just realize what i just realized.... that it pains to be different in this world at times. Yea, you do comfort yourself that you are different from the "others" in the world... but then you realize, in your different-ness, that you speak greek to the "others" and nobody else can understand what you are saying. So, lost in translation, are you. A psychological japan where everyone can't understand your 'different-ness'.

Right, and i am yet to figure out this blog thingy.