Hi!
I am in a happy mood now.
And a happy mood calls for a happy post! =)
I am currently writing this on Notepad because, I am afraid I'll forget what I want to write. (I have no idea why, but it seems like everytime I get a good topic to write about, when I open the New Post page... it flies away.)
I love eating Maggie Mee in the middle of the night. (Which is just what I did.)
And I also love taking showers in the middle of the night. I just stepped out of the bathroom and I feel awesomely good. :)
AND I ALSO LOVE HOW THE BATHROOM SMELLS AFTER I SHOWER. It smells so sweet and nice and clean.
Before I showered I was fiddling around with my fringe.
Although when I put it all down it covers my eyes, but when I sweep it to the side, it's at my eyebrows.
Why?
Because the ends curl up.
True to what I feared, the ends of my fringe curled up (not as badly as last year though). Although it looks fine, but if I didn't curl up I would look much better.
(My mum just came out of her room and scolded me because I'm still up.) - 1.48AM
(She said that living my life like this - sleeping up late and waking up late - is wrong.) - 1.49AM
(I nodded and went 'hmm'.) - 1.49AM
The downside of rebonded hair (at least for me), is, that when your hair grows out it becomes totally weird. Unless, of course, your hair is naturally straight, which mine is not. I don't know why people with naturally straight hair will want to rebond their hair when it's already straight. Why not waste your $80 (or more) on something else?
It also curls up partly because my hair is very dry. Which sucks. Which is why, no matter how weird my hair looks, part rebonded, part newly grown, I will never rebond it again. I'm sure it'll be fine when it grows out.
Blame myself for dyeing my hair too much last year.
Why, was I trying to act like an ahlian?
Being the ahlian/rebel wannabe I was last year, I now sport five piercings and hair that was dyed five times and rebonded twice. Not very much like a rebel, I know, which was why I added the term 'wannabe' at the back. Because I never succeeded, because I never had the guts.
When I did what I was doing last year, I never thought it was bad. I just thought it was cool - that's why I did it. On a side note, I'm not going to get a tragus piercing because it looks too scary to me.
As many people might know, I said that last year I was under the influence of a friend, who at last year was one of my closest friends, though this year we're not really that much anymore, just hi-bye kind of friends. Although I've been told that I can talk to her anytime I want, truth be told, that's not the case and I know it is my fault too. Because I just don't know what to say.
And as I've mentioned, it is not her fault for influencing me. Because she did what she wanted, I thought what she did was cool so I chose to follow her. I don't regret it. I do hate my hair at times, and now that my helix piercing seems to be... infected (oh my goud, don't even look at it. It's a ghastly sight. Rotting skin, blood and pus oozing out. DISGUSTING), I never regret doing whatever it was that I did last year. It's all a learning experience, I've grown from it, I've learnt what it feels like to get my hair dyed and experience the pre-piercing anxiety. (Although now if you drag me to Yellow for a piercing I'll be apathetic. I'm used to it now. Unless, of course, it's a tragus piercing. If anyone dares pull me for a tragus piercing I'll scream and smack him/her and run away.)
To that friend in question (if she knows I'm talking about her):
Hey, although I cannot talk to you like how we could last year, I still care for you a lot.
Although you say no one cares for you, I will help you in whatever I can that's within my power. I am not just saying this, I mean it. I honestly think you're a great person.
Obviously, I am not going to admit who this person in question is.
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Just now I looked at my face in the mirror.
And I decided that I am going to write about my features.
I have no comments about my forehead, except that it's blemished with healing scars and peeling skin. I should be happy because, very soon I won't have to be ashamed about pinning up my fringe - at least not as much as before.
My eyebrows. I've never really given a damn about them.
My eyes - which I like a lot. Shirley once said out of the blue, years ago, when we were doing warm up during Ninja-do, "Your eyes are so nice, they're like almond-shaped!"
I LIKE MY EYES :)
One thing which I don't quite understand though, why are my eyelashes so... (insert positive adjective here)? I used to cut them with scissors when I was younger. And Christine plucked her eyelashes on a daily basis in school, but they grew out unevenly.
And another thing - usually I don't have eye bags but when I do, they're.. not exactly like eyebags. I mean when you get eyebags it's like a semicircle under your eyes, right? I only get half a line, which is pretty weird.
Nose. Bah.
Lips. Dry and cracked. Depends on when you're looking at them, what could be happening is that:
a) I haven't been drinking water and I lost my lip gloss.
b) I've been drinking water and I've been diligently applying lip gloss.
Right now, although they are not that bad, I've actually lost my lip gloss, and most people know that I actually don't drink much water. I dropped my lip gloss in my dad's car... I better go get it tomorrow.
At this point of time I feel so narcissistic. I almost feel like deleting this whole segment of the post.
I'm supposed to go and sleep. Before my mum comes out and barks at me for staying up so late. - (2.16AM)
Note to self:
Bank in allowance tomorrow before taking bus to go to the library.
Jing Yue's birthday is on the 14th - remember to wish him.
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