yearning for thrill is part of our genetic code, like farting.

Remember when I talked about how great it would feel to do something extraordinary on a whim, like joining a pageant or slapping a random person on the road in one of my posts? (go ahead, click me) O well, I’d just forgotten how great it felt to do one, until yesterday where I was in a salon and had my hair cut to its considerably, shortest. Well, now the hair barely touches my collar. And I’m kinda in love with my new hair.

And no, I didn’t slap or punch some stranger in the face. =P

You know, what's fun was the fact that it was just oh-so-casual where I knew I had a 12.30 o’clock haircut appointment on a particularly blah Sunday, to which I went to , bearing in mind that I’d just have my hair appropriately shortened by, you know like 8 to 10 centimeters, and have my fringe neatly trimmed to what looks like above my eyebrows. So I had my hair washed, dried and ready to be cut while turning over some hair magazines and starting considering that a short hairstyle might be a better way to go. There were a bunch of these looking-good styles on the pages and I kinda narrowed it down to like the three of them. You know, the idea of chopping off the whole lot of my considerably very long hair all at once really made me nervous and it almost felt like having butterflies in my stomach and having them flipping out, all wrapped up into one. And when it came my turn to have my hair cut, it actually felt kinda great where I thought to myself, “okay, this is it. Get your ass there and get it over with.”

The process felt like riding a rollercoaster where I got off and felt thrilled and satisfied, with occasional teasing coming from the hairstylist where he kept on asking me, “so, is this short enough?” and me nodding and smiling with the look of, “what are you crazy?” and him laughing.

Well, I’ve got to say that it all felt pretty good, like I’ve accomplished something somehow. So, if you’re feeling bland with your life like you’re some kind in the middle of a dry spell or bereft of the so called life sparks, just get your ass out there, be spontaneous, get on the stage and dance freestyle, paint your room red, confront that annoying person you’ve been eyeing on, go make a confession to someone you have a crush on or read a very lame poem out loud in the middle of the hallway. Just go and stun it senseless. Cos peeps, it always feels good to spice things up. Cos after all, yearning for thrill is part of our genetic code, like farting. =P



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