I've just cut my hair, and it's SHORT, for me at least. I was so eager to get a trim, to just cut off the split ends of my hair, but instead, I ended up getting a total new hairstyle. Lesson learned : Never let a Malay do your hair when you just want to get a trim. This is exactly why i prefer a Chinese to do my hair . I CLEARLY told the Malay guy "I nak trim, jangan potong banyak tahu", apparently, he did the complete opposite of what i told him to. Ever since then, I have been constantly looking at the mirror every 10 minutes.

Everytime i looked into the mirror, I couldn't believe the rush of emotions pulsing through me.. I felt a sudden intense, dissapointment. That's how i began to cry, it didn't take much to make me cry --- A humiliating tendency. Yes, my hair has the license to control my self-esteem, how pitiful isn't it? What's worst is that i was afraid he might not like my new look , ridiculously, I had all these creep into my thoughts in such short period of time . Sigh *


Anyway, I've just got back from my camping trip (sort of) at Janda Baik with a few of my friends. We stayed at Dewi's step father's resort. The cooling atmosphere kinda reminded me of Dubai. Definitely an idealistic place for a retreat from the hectic city life of Kuala Lumpur. Nothing soothes me more than the sound of the rushing river and the cooling water. We didn't lay back and relax much there. We went fishing, played basketball , futsal , Bbq , and of course, mandi sungai. But the best part had to be when we stayed up all night talking, laughing, in our tents. I love Janda Baik, how she indulges people in her breathtaking beauty. It is indeed a place where one can live in a virtual world created only by the richness of one's own imagination.

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