i cut my hair today! was seriously thinking of chopping it all off and going for something between a butch-cut and a bob (more specifically, the jennifer aniston look of 2001), but luckily good sense prevailed and i realised that

1) i always look like crap with short hair
2) jennifer aniston has a personal stylist everyday and i don't
3) even if i did manage to get jennifer aniston's hair, i would never be able to carry off the look
4) it will take 6 months to get over the mistake
5) the process of growing my hair back will be a pain

and so, i really have my mom to thank, because had she not insisted we all go for lunch at swensen's before that, i might have gone ahead with the short hair plan, and disaster would have struck. and this post might have been radically different, consisting, i think, mainly of suicidal tendencies and expletives. i wonder why people even have to have hair in the first place. it's just like an extra thing which you have to worry about and wash and comb/brush and style everyday. and like if you're lazy and don't wash your hair for 2 days or something, (hypothetically speaking, of course) you feel guilty about it, like as if you're turning into some monstrous disgusting slime fest. which would never be the case if you didn't have hair to begin with. really, the human body never ceases to amaze.

finally watched Hitch yesterday- it's hilarious! it's funny but not even in a completely brainless way, plus there's quite a bit of tongue action, so really, there's something for everybody. go watch it if you haven't already!

and tomorrow i have to go to school at SEVEN in the MORNING for this cruddy briefing, which should be a crime punishable by law because it's the HOLIDAYS and nobody is supposed to be out of bed when the hour is still a single digit. i wish i didn't have to go. but i guess it's marginally important, considering it involves around 30 schools and considering it's the largest student-run conference in singapore. and also, there's the slight problem that -i- am giving the briefing, which sorta complicates things seeing that i can't obviously pon it, can i?

damn, and they call these the holidays.