It's the third day of the Chinese New Year. And I feel it's monotonous. It hadn't been a big bang. So it all feels kinda weird.

However, on the first day, I had everyone standing on my side. I was at my aunt's house, together with many other relatives and cousins. We were gathered around the dining table. Then somehow the conversation led to me telling my decision to change my course of study. I was dreading that very moment because I knew very well that preachers were in the midst of all those people. And me, I CANNOT STAND PREACHING!

Very fortunately for me, I was spared of all the preaching as everyone, as though under my spell or something, started airing their positive and humble opinions. I was just listening as everyone was like saying, Yes, I shouldn't waste my time, No point staying on if I'm not interested, etc. And I was left awestruck. I never thought that I'd hear those stuff from all of them. And my mother wasn't really happy that all were so supportive. I can tell...

And let's talk about my funky hair. Many people have commented on my hair. Good comments, that is. And all the comments include suggestions on how I can make my hairstyle stand out more. Very unanimously, they all said that I should colour my hair. One cousin said, "I'm surprised you never colour your hair."

DUH! Of course I wanna get a funky colour. But my greatest obstacle - my mother. She will not allow me to dye my hair. She claims it's "not proper". She's the only one who's singing ugly tunes about my hair. ONLY ONE. Yet she allows me to get my ear pierced (which I haven't thought of).

Imagine wind in my orange hair as I cruise along in my Vespa. Wait, then I'll have the helmet on, which will cover my orange hair. GASP!!!

Okay, whatever... The main idea is the Vespa. Cool right? I always have all these quirky ideas popping into my head. Then my cousin told me she wanna go get a bike license. I was like, "YEAH! Me too!"

I told my mother about it. Then she went all jumpy and said that there was no way I'm getting a bike because it's dangerous. Just dangerous. Nothing else more important. So, "I will not allow you to ride a bike because it's dangerous." Not a credible answer.

Therefore, I conclude that my mother is narrow-minded. On, well, countless counts.