"Vote For Me & I'll Make Your Wildest Dreams Come True." - Pedro

Time flies by so fast doesn't it?? Last I remember, I was waiting for FHA to be over, and I thought, everything would be peachy keen from there onwards.

But life is a marathon full of hurdles.

Ongoing on we go go on go on....

I'm at Starbucks now, waiting for someone to talk to me for a research on backslidden Christians. My first question will be, "What is the definition of a backslidden Christian?"

Wait. Scrap that. It will be "Hi..Are you Janet?" considering the fact that I've only heard her voice until now. And let the games begin...

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So yeah, everyone keeps asking me, "Why did you cut your hair??" Like there has to be a reason for it? Of course there is, silly. Why else would I? I was actually planning on entering Guinness Book of Records and therefore lug around roughly 15 (and growing) kilos of hair around with me for the rest of my life until I grow such massive head muscles and be eligible for another Guinness entry.

Owh. But, standard ettiquette and general 'me'-ness just smiles and replies, "Buang suey." Hah. I should've known that that would generate more questions. So now, I quickly interject, taking advantage of their surprised 'O's and say, "But the suey is still following me." Ending with either me coming with another explanation drenched in pathetic humour, or just a confused smile with the accompanying option A: "But you look... nice la." or B: "Not sayang ah?"

Today, I chanced upon saying, "Hair grows, so..." Replied with, "Yes, but it'll take so long to grow! Like.... 2 - 3 years?" Then I said, "But I plan on living til then, so I guess I have the time and the opportunity."

And just yesterday, concerning another subject, I said, "My motto is to Live Fast, Die Young."

But, as my observant grandmother says, loads of people are going short, crew cut and what not. She was saying it's a fashion trend. I said it's the *politically correct word* "climate change".

Screw being politically correct. Being politically correct is sucking up to the right people at the right time. Some people never wean themselves off the teat and therefore excel wherever they go, by finding the appropriate udders to host their parasitic beings. Note to self: No pacifiers for Junior next time.

I'm currently swamped with work and honestly do not know where to start. Everything looks so muddled and my sleep-deprived brain can only process a thought every 5 minutes. I've heard that people die of sleep-debt. But ever since Dr. Rod's classes, asking us to critically analyze information that we get, I start to doubt everything I hear. Like the Human Picnic, the Worms from infected bras, the chopsticks-turned-noodles in China etc. Although, I'm sure stuff like this does go on, but spreading false rumours is a war of terror. Creating fear in people unnecessarily is just that. I wonder what the end result is.... my brain refuses to function now.

Well, about time to meet Janet. :)

*publishes post & fiddles with mindless games while waiting*