Okay, I'll bite.

I was absolutely terrified last night. It's one thing to be able to sleep nice and sound knowing that there are people in the next room and someone else in the same room; it's an entirely different feeling knowing that you're all alone on your level. Freaked out? Yes.

It doesn't help that the added information isn't comforting and that I tend to ruminate. Seriously, I felt utterly exposed. It's a good probability that the guy didn't mean to be seen or to attack anyone in my house, much less me specifically. And it's even more likely that he's hightailed it out of the area, at least for now. I've watched enough documentaries to know that "perps" commonly go back to the scene of the crime or at least focus their attention around a small area; so the hightailing, if he was a "baddie", is most likely temporary. It still doesn't make me feel any better about the situation.

I swear to god, I felt chills down my spine when I got done brushing my teeth. Walking back to my room was terrifying. It doesn't help that the housing in the US so far seems so paltry in terms of safety. Backyard doors are left open, there aren't any fences or gates; what's to stop someone from being a smart ass and just letting himself into the backyard and breaking one of the back windows to let himself into the house. After all, there's no Shinta here and there are occasions where I'm the only one in the house.

Yeesh, see what happens when a paranoid, ruminating mind is allowed to roam?








Got my hair cut today. I had time to kill after mailing my first package today (a day of firsts!) so I dropped into a hair salon on a whim and got my tresses hacked off. I have my doubts about how well the lady cuts in terms of skill (my mother would not be impressed with her sawing) but it turned out okay in the end. I'm not sure how I actually look since I haven't managed to look in the mirror properly yet, but we'll see. It was the first time I've ever gotten my hair cut without my mother either wielding the shears or hovering around with instructions on how she wants it cut. I feel so... independent?

Mmm, but I do miss the cheap haircuts of Malaysia.