My Stupid Mouth

Tonight the NUS Choir performed at Amplitude (combined concert of the NUS hall choirs) as guest choir. I rushed off afterwards to attend Rohit's birthday celebration at my hostel. He's my friend Ivy's Indian boyfriend, he lives in the same floor as me (in fact the room I stay in currently was his room last year). Oh and I called my dear Lola Doding this morning. I love talking to my grandmas -- they always seem to just genuinely care. (I called home too, but nobody picked up... maybe they were at Church that time. I'll call some other time instead.=P ) So those are the highlights of today (or yesterday). Nothing much, really. I didn't get to study again and I'm beginning to get annoyed with myself.

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The other night I made a semi-drastic decision. I had my hair shaved off. Ala Michael Scofield of Prison Break. Haha. I didn't do it because I'm such a fan of the show (although I really am), I did it for kicks. Actually it's more of an outward expression of a new change -- the time has come to shift gears and mug like crazy for the upcoming exams. Seriously, it's gonna be dangerous, and it's time to buck up.

My hair has gotten mixed reviews. Karen was stunned and said it's masculine and it's like I've gotten a shot of testosterone (of course she said this in a more "Karen" fashion and I'm just paraphrasing it to cushion the impact); Chun Fang of Choir couldn't help but rub my head every moment she gets; Xianling thinks it's sexy yehey; Kurien wants me to shave it all off instead of leaving some short short length of hair; Aaron realised that my head is triangle-shaped for the first time; Joanne thought it was nice; Yao Hsien calls me Scofield now; and Johannes went, "What did you do to your hair?" as soon as he saw me. Haha I don't care much, really. I like it, it's different, and some people like it -- and that's good enough for me.

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My fellow bass in choir, Zhijin, is this fun and friendly guy from China who does a strange amusing thing: he slaps his face whenever he sings a wrong note. It's adorable really, it's quite cute. Here we are singing in rehearsals, and he suddenly just slaps himself. I could help but chuckle, haha that funny guy.

I'm saying this because I realise I've been talking a bit too much. I talk too fast, that's a given, but I also talk too much. I talk sometimes with less tact than others would expect, I talk crap and just humiliate myself really, I speak my mind at the expense of my dignity. On one hand, I am outspoken -- and that makes me feel good, that somehow I feel deserving of my post as editor of the Outspoken desk of The Ridge. It's good to be outspoken, this I'm absolutely sure of, but there are times too when the right, more prudent, thing to do is to shut up. As I've told newly-elected Choir President Aaron earlier this evening after a verbal spectacle, I've already ruffled some feathers, which is a good thing, but I think my ruffling-feathers time is up. Even in Rohit's party later after Amplitude, my big mouth got the better of me and I think I just embarrassed myself.

Maybe I should follow Zhijin and slap myself too, not when I sing wrong notes, but when I'm about to blurt out stuff that could very well be word vomit.