After a few days I got back from Macau, I've finally got my lazy ass into blogging.

Macau trip was pretty fun, despite the fact that I've got into a few quarrel with my mum and various matter that happened throughout the trip, all in all, it was good.

I came into a realization (not that I didn't realize actually), that the views of my family on me was pretty screwed up.

They thought that I'm:

1) Childish

2)Stubborn (And thus leading to the childish thing all over again)

3)Naive

4)Lack of knowledge

Come to think of it, they've always treated me like a child. All these lack of communication, they always think that my opinions are dumb and useless; just because I like different things and held different beliefs.

I beg to differ.

I think that I held different beliefs, and have very strong faith in it. You can say I'm sugar-coating, or whatever. But thats what I think I really am. Just because I had a minority-level of opinion (long hair, different fashion), doesn't mean that I'm the one in the wrong.

I think up till now, only my ex-form teacher truly understands me; at least in the matters of hair length. I quote him, word for word, in regards for two of my oral examination results.

"Wow Wayne. It seems that the longer your hair, the better your results"

I have to say, its pretty true. In two different oral examination (the first one where I sport a short hair, and the 2nd one where I had way longer hair; breaking the school rules by a bit.), the first one I scored 33, the 2nd, 39.

Call me 心里作用 or whatever. But thats the truth. 

In a nutshell, I can only do well when I feel good about myself. Yes, about myself, me feeling good about it. I don't care if people thinks me sporting a long hair is ugly. As long as I pass my own sub-standard and felt good about it, it doesn't matter.

But it seems that all don't agree.

And I'm not about to press on the matter. 

If worse come to worse? I'll just shave bald.

Today's entry wasn't much, but I couldn't be bothered to anymore.

Cheerios