YEAH, have dyed my hair back to black. I feel awfully weird that I don't see any more of brown in my hair. Not that I miss my hair or anything like that. But, just... it's just bizzare.
The feeling is comparable to having to wear newly washed, crunchy jeans instead of that soft, snuggish and comfy pair of jeans that smells absolutely funky since it has not been washed for a month because you can't bear to. Who in the right mind would want to part with a pair of jeans that makes you feel so at ease? Not even guys can do that. Jeans have set a pretty high standard for guys on how to swoon a girl's heart.
Bummer, for you guys out there.
Another reason why you... well okay, I don't like to have my jeans in the washing machine is because I want to see how long my jeans can last till it starts to smell funny.
Well, thats for me. I just HATE to have my jeans washed. Get irritated easily when I have to wear newly washed jeans because... you know, when you hang your clothes out to dry, they tend to get quite crinkly? And when they're crinkly, they take quite some time before they loosen up and it gets comfy again?
YEAH, exactly, thats the reason why I hate having to wear newly washed jeans. Those pair of jeans have to remind me how big my thighs are. How vicious. But after a while, I love my jeans again.
I've got a love-hate relationship with my jeans. (:
So yes, I had my hair dyed and my fingers are all black from all the dye. It looks like I've been stuck in a chemistry lab, doing some thought-provoking experiment using soil and human shit.
The soil are stubbornly stuck in my nails and I somehow intelligently managed to discover a way to have the shit stuck on my fingers while eliminating the stench.
Excellent. Just fantastic. No?
Ma-terr suggested going to a salon to do my hair, but fiak, I thought to myself, its black, not some colour that requires the hair to be bleached. SO, I bought those packaged hair dye and had my hair dyed.
THE GOOD NEWS: I'm starting to get used to the jet black hair.
THE BAD NEWS: I can't seem to get rid of the dye stuck on my fingers. And I've got an event to attend tomorrow. FUCK.
Know what? I'll lie to those people I meet tomorrow that I'm miserably and genetically being brought into existence as a baby with hideous birthmarks on my fingers and I'm intending to go for a laser surgery to have them removed.
A-HA! Not only is that a way of ice breaking, I also gain sympathy from them! So incase, JUST IN CASE, if somehow, I get into trouble, I'll just stick out my fingers out at them putting on a face that says 'scold me any further and I'll burst out in a crying fit', and they'll go, 'Aww, shush, shush you poor little creature. Its okay. We'll fix it. Poor little dear. Bless your soul'.
If I'm not a genius, I must be Einstein. (Although I'd gladly get rid of those fuggly frizzy hair of his.)
I can't wait for Sunday! Friends from Brunei dropped by Sg and both Nur and I are going to show them around. WOO-HOO! Haven't seen that girl for soooo friggin long! For almost 5 years now. Miss the times we laughed our friggin ass out during lessons, always arguing back with Amos Wu. HAHA! I'm soooo fucking excited!
CAN YOU FRIGGIN TELL HOW EXCITED I AM?????!!
FUCKING EXCITED!
Okay la, I'm going update you guys on how my day went next week alright. And since school starts on monday (BOO-fucking-HOO), I guess I'll have to update on Saturday. Or when I'm free during school's breaks, which is highly unlikely since I'm either busy pigging out OR I've to finish up some last minute research etc.
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SCHOOL STARTS ON MONDAY. SIIIIIIIGH. What ever happened to justice? ):
You party with a secret smile. Doesn't that make you smile?
