Feb 14th... hm!

So it’s V-day again, but being in a different status gave me a whole new dimension on things..

It wasn't long ago when transportation was limited to trains, horse carts and the trusty legs that god has given us. Towns were designed differently back then. With limited range that each person can travel on foot, shops were more localised and within walking distance. People walked, talked and actually knew each other in their area, a very connected socialised community. Postmen actually knew the person by face rather than some name to some number.

Now fast forward many decades, population explodes exponentially, however with cities like Sydney which is quite densely populated, loneliness is at an all time high. With the discovery of petrol and invention of cars, cities are developed to channel people to certain districts to do their specific shopping. We no longer know our neighbours, no longer have to walk to go to shops, and no longer know each other who lives in the same area. Is this an advancement or a break down of one of humanity's founding aspect, communities and interactivity.

In fact, it's getting worse, with greater freedom of choice and technology, they promote individualism and isolates people from face-to-face interaction. Home theatre, internet shopping, and internet itself are some of the new technologies that do just that.

Isn't it ironic that whilst humans strive to meet their material needs, they lose one of the most foundational aspects of human life.

So what was the idea again..

So here I am, almost exactly one year later since I suddenly decided to let my hair grow...

After going through many new styles.... let it flow, curl, half up half down, pony tail, tied high, tied low.... but it all ends now. Not the original end which I had in mind, but hmm this was impulse.. again.

I don't believe my hair (now) is long enough for dread locks, beads nor afro.. sadly, impulse has taken those opportunities away... also I'll no longer be mistaken as the guy in 'dragon tiger gate'... my dreams of crashing a matial art dojo will have to be forever on the to-do list.. until the next time my brain goes haywire'd and decide to let the fur grow again..

Farewell my fans, may my image of the me back then be forever lasting... =p