!Saturday, February 03, 2007
I suppose I could update monthly
It'sfebuary febraury feburary FREAKING FEBRUARY!
Which is kind of a girly month, along with april, may, june and androgynous july. Boyish months are January, MARCH and august. So yeah, girlpower.
Anyway here's life lesson number 3234319,
never cut your bangs in the bathroom sink.
It all happened when one fine day I woke up, rattled my head about to remind myself that it was a sleep-in day, and stared at myself in the mirror.
And I realised that my fringe was so absurdly long it looked like cockroaches had crawled up to my head and died. And left their feelers hanging over my forehead.
So, well, I couldn't go to the hairdresser cause they charge double for haircuts during chinese new year (tyrants, I know, it must be some kind of cheena hex that everybody's hair just gets out of control during CNY).
So I reached a pair of scissors, stood in front of the bathrooom, took a deep breath, and...
The rest is history.
So now I look like my bangs were chopped off by helicopter blades.
I swear, today could be the saddest day of my life. February the third, 2007.
Anyway, on a lighter strand of hair,
PICTURES OF MY BABYHOOD.
I was leafing through old albums.
I think I have always been a bangs girl.
No, its not me after an infanthood sex change operation. It's my brother!
I know he'll probably kill me for posting this (it destroys what little left of the machoism and male egoism he has) but I cant stand it! His cheeks are so pinchable!
Don't you just miss those childhood days? Where your middle finger was just like any other finger? Where life was just a matter of who got the bigger chocolate biscuit? Where you could get away with gross psychodelic prints on your pants with your shirt tucked way in and still look adorable?
Ho-hum.
See you in March.
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I suppose I could update monthly
It's
Which is kind of a girly month, along with april, may, june and androgynous july. Boyish months are January, MARCH and august. So yeah, girlpower.
Anyway here's life lesson number 3234319,
never cut your bangs in the bathroom sink.
It all happened when one fine day I woke up, rattled my head about to remind myself that it was a sleep-in day, and stared at myself in the mirror.
And I realised that my fringe was so absurdly long it looked like cockroaches had crawled up to my head and died. And left their feelers hanging over my forehead.
So, well, I couldn't go to the hairdresser cause they charge double for haircuts during chinese new year (tyrants, I know, it must be some kind of cheena hex that everybody's hair just gets out of control during CNY).
So I reached a pair of scissors, stood in front of the bathrooom, took a deep breath, and...
The rest is history.
So now I look like my bangs were chopped off by helicopter blades.
I swear, today could be the saddest day of my life. February the third, 2007.
Anyway, on a lighter strand of hair,
PICTURES OF MY BABYHOOD.
I was leafing through old albums.
I think I have always been a bangs girl.
No, its not me after an infanthood sex change operation. It's my brother!
I know he'll probably kill me for posting this (it destroys what little left of the machoism and male egoism he has) but I cant stand it! His cheeks are so pinchable!
Don't you just miss those childhood days? Where your middle finger was just like any other finger? Where life was just a matter of who got the bigger chocolate biscuit? Where you could get away with gross psychodelic prints on your pants with your shirt tucked way in and still look adorable?
Ho-hum.
See you in March.