big hair do's and dont's

what's with those big and "funky" coloured hair???

no don't worry this is not going to be an essay about the thinning ozone layer due to the obscene amount of hairspray used daily by those women with BIG *and i mean BIIIIIGGGG* hair. if you walk around orchard road's shopping malls and happen to see a lady with voluminous hair clutching a designer bag, you just spot a typical indonesian tai tai. it is interesting really because i can't grasp their logic of spending hours *do they take hours? or have they achieved the efficient learning curve and thus can do it within minutes.. whoa..* to do their hair. does it symbolize their wealth? the bigger it is the richer they are? STRANGE....

but hold your horses people, before you think of laughing at those respectable ladies *come ON, you've gotta give them some credit. they spend more than a full TWO AND A HALF DAYS accumulatively per month assuming they take 2 hours daily to do their hair. WHOAAAA* don't you think everybody is turning superficial nowadays? people purchase things because they feel others will find it "cool" and thus they are of a certain social status. odd eh?

i'm not saying i'm a saint here either, to give it some thought probably i have "the biggest hair" *frown* it just seems wrong when people hide behind a facade just to be accepted. each individual is probably like a piece of jigsaw puzzle but sometimes we would like to think that we belong to a bigger puzzle picture. sometimes it's good because you aspire to be a better person that way? but don't let this aspiration change who you are. acceptance from people is hard, but it is harder to accept yourself the way you are. mmm... maybe we have to start from within *shucks that sounds sooooo OLD*

walk on

"on changes and uncertainties..."

so during this one month holiday i decided to go back to jakarta, hopefully recharge the battery a little bit after the grueling four months. it feels almost mmm weird? to sort of continue on what was left behind a quarter of year ago. i guess four months isn't that long of a period and nothing much has changed. my friends are still rowdy and quirky as ever, my house and room are still as cozy as always and even my former office mates are still warm and welcoming. i won't lie to you, it did conjure a what if i didn't leave images and thoughts :) but i suppose it's more like walking on the beach; you turn back and see your footprints are still there. you can vividly remember how you made each step but... you walk on.

i wonder if this will stay after a year, two years, five years, a decade? it worries me that my friends will have other friends to share their problems with, my house and room might not be as comfy (gawd, i hope not!) and my former office mates might have other jobs elsewhere *hopefully better?*. but i guess that's life? you can't keep the life you owned without having YOU in the picture. you change - naturally they will too.

do you realize that we change from time to time? we evolve as per our condition and surrounding we live in; maybe not in a too short period of time but give it some time and you'll realize that you're slowly shifting. maturing? maybe...

the thought of change is definitely scary. everything uncertain usually worries us don't you think? but you know something? you walk on. turn back, the prints might not be as clear as time passes by *providing they are still there at the first place* but honestly it's not the imprints on the sand that matters most... it's the ones in your heart. so... walk on, run if you will. don't fret for the changes, fear not the uncertainties. it's all a jigsaw puzzle, everything will fall into their places in mean time...

have a great holidays :)