i am just the most capable and brilliant person ever. there is absolutely nothing wrong with my life, but i am perfectly good at making myself feel horrible and sad. if i'm not gifted, then who is? =D
i can't stand myself. i hate myself. argh! somebody pls go to west coast with me play the playground. let me feel one hour of silly childish joy!
my stupid hair costs me a huge bloody bomb. and i don't mean just money wise. i have spent a total of **3.5hrs+2hrs=5.5hrs on my ass, seated on the salon chair, jus so my stubborn hair can absorb the colors properly. salon auntie spent about 3 hours jus coloring my hair, without treatment or cut. BUT it still had to be re-colored cuz the color didn't come out as bright! haha. i know my hair's stubborn, and i was prepared to spend so much time. but i can complain rite? so piss off! and not only that, stupid JP changed parking charges or sth?? boon say they used to charge per entry. now when i went JP, i was charged a grand total of **$5.30+$3.15=$8.45 on parking fees alone! tamade. JP is gonna have deteriorating business soon. i promise.
** numbers are typed in two parts cuz the first part refers to my first visit to salon, second part refers to second visit to salon to complete the whole thing.
and while i was there, i actually had so much time to flip thru magazines, COVER TO COVER. haha. and dozed off int he midst. and sat so long that my head has been hurting the past three days. came across this interesting article, with a scientific fact that proved that what i have always thought was true: psychologists believe that when a person is sad, smile and laugh no matter how fake it is. pretend to be happy. in due time, you will start believing you're happy, therefore, you turn from sad to happy. get it?
memoirs of a geisha was really nice. the company was great too. my eyes are so heavy even though i slept a full 8 hours and past my first lect today. i am still gonna catch one episode of full house now, despite not doing tmr's tutorial yet, and the fact that i have an 8.30 class tmr.
i have no idea what's happening to me. i need therapy. i need a good psychiatrist.