So it's the beginning of yet another week. Time seems to pass faster than when I was still in school. I'm also more conscious of the fact that I'm growing older every single day. Recalling this sentence by my discipline master in secondary school, "We're stepping deeper into our graves every second."

What will I be doing this week? I'll be getting a haircut. Even if I am contented looking like a shaggy dog, I have to bother because I have to look presentable enough for interviews. Ah, the next thing to worry about is what hairstyle I want. For the past few years, I have always told the hairdresser to choose a hairstyle for me. I don't know why; I've been to a few hairdressers now and all of them gave me a similar hairstyle in the end. My colleague was saying, "Ah Qiong (she says I am like Ah Qiong in Zhen1 Qing2, bleah.) ah, you always cut the same hairstyle. Change your image lah!"

What will I say this time? Most probably the same old thing. Afterall, it's just a haircut. As long as it doesn't turn out worse than looking like a shaggy dog.

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Listening to "It's not easy to be me". Superman sounds sad. It's not easy to be him. Having to fly in a funny red sheet. Having to lie about a home he doesn't have.

You can all sleep sound tonight. I'm not crazy or anything.

It's not easy to be me.