A night without studies

it is a fortune to have some kind of hobbits. was once surprised by zhu's no-day-and-night effort in designing her garnet crow website, actually was quite envious of her. since she has some pursuit in her life, not academically of course, just trivial little things in daily life that can lighten up everyday.

i was spending the whole night yesterday and this whole afternoon in setting up this new blog. and it feels really good, fulfilling. i want something that is mine only, not to show others, not to write for the sake of any other people. this feels so good. in my msn space, i have to mind my language, mind my grammar, mind what kind of languge, chinese or english for each entry. but here i can just anyhow let my thoughts flow just like the stream. i'm so happy about it. makes me feel that i'm living for myself, i'm living to the expectation of no one but myself. this is wonderful.

maybe i shouldn't decide this early to dump my msn space which gave me the first sense of blogging. i'll continue to write there, maybe continue with stories that suit other's taste. from my 'see things in the seeds' blog i can foresee that this blog's future won't be that promising as well, but i don't mind. this is my site. this is going to be my stuff afterall.

just some afterthoughts, to be fair, that msn space is much user-friendly than blogspot. haha. as a trade off one can not be as creative as he can.

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my hair
wanna cut my hair. my long hair is getting more and more annoying. it's wasting my shampoo, it's becoming hard to comb, it's tangling up every morning as well as after shower. it bothers me so much. wanna cut it. but wash would definitely object. besides i don't trust barbar's skills here. to me, barbars in china are the best no matter what. tho i can find chinese barbars here too in chinatown, i doubt their skills. i always think that none of them is professional, and they must be kinda forced into this career to erk a life. i'll just trim it.

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a bad omen
just now when i opened my drawer the frame with the photo of me and wash fell down. a bad omen. i'm superstitious for sure. maybe not as much as the female character in the movie 'serendipity', but quite to an extent. i wrote him a very nasty mail this afternoon when i was furious and refused to pick up his calls. i'm not giving in. i want him to see the mail. i have my reasons. i don't want to fight with him for nothing. i need him to realise how wrong he is.