Personally, I love my hair when it's long, and adore it when it's short. However, I ultimately HATE it when it's in between! Yea, like right now. xp

I personally think I look like a drag (and not a very pretty one either) right now. My two previous cuts were hell short and I'd figured this time I'd be patient enuff to let it grow. God knows how wrong I was. It feels like forever! x(
Everything feels a drag right now. The holidays, the fact that it can't be counted as a holiday cuz I can't DARN IT go ANYWHERE! Then there's the chores. I can't well enuff complain cuz I ain't exactly doin everything myself nemore. Yea, I got the dweebs to finally help around. But then again, they wake up at 10 everyday while I have to be roaming downstairs by 7 if I wanna skip the "talk" from Abah. It's FREAKIN STRESSIN! T.T Oh classes, plz start soon..
Sometimes I wished I studied somewhere further so I can be away from home once in a while. It's a thought that can never be uttered out loud, not in this house. Not in any house I think. Sure, parents would always be parents. Whtevr.
I miss my jimbons. I miss them gila2. And I can't believe I MIGHT not be able to see them AT ALL this holiday. Is that fair? They planned to go out some time before and though I know I wouldn't be able to tag along, I told them I'd ask my parents - but I didn't. I told them the day after that I can't, not exactly cuz my parents didn't allow, but then again, it's best to leave the thought like so. I knew if I'd asked my parents, they wouldn't answer, they'd EXPECT me to give in. I just know it. So, I did. I gave in before even attempting. Then night came and I wanted to know what they'd say after all. So, I passed through the kitchen, where my parents were having supper, poured a glass of water and said in the most calm manner, as if whether they heard me or not would not bother me the slightest bit, "depa ajak I kluaq pi Sunway today actually." Then I drank. Which is a rather strategical way to burst a story cuz you can innocently witness their reaction while you drink and they might not even notice it meant the world to you - better than waiting in awkward silence for a reply, right? Anyways, my dad sighed, my mom remained silent. Then my dad spoke. "If I were given a choice, having mak in this condition right now, I would prefer not going to work, staying home instead just to take care of her." He didn't need to tell me they wouldn'tve allowed me out. What he said precisely interprets: "You shouldn't even WANT to go out with mak like this! You should know well enuff that you are needed at home (as if my other 4 siblings are helpless without me) and family always comes first! You have ULTIMATELY let me down!" Yea, that's exactly what it interprets. I don't know what to think nemore. It's immensely frustrating to have parents who wouldn't listen to you. Add the fact that they LOVE finding the fault in you even when you've been at your best rly makes me feel like heading to the north pole and live with polar bear parents (cuz eskimos are ppl too and human parents are all the same).
Indeed I'm very much stressed out. What more with my STUPID results. I can't find one thing this holiday that I'm insanely happy about.
However, I can't sulk all through the hols now can I? So I baked a pie today! O yea! I succesfully baked an apperantly horrifying looking, but surprisingly superbly delicious apple pie. :D