As you guys can see, my hair's been cut short. I've been burying this idea for long. And I reckoned why stop it? I mean it's not like my hair's not going to grow right. Okay, I seriously need 'em to grow. (YOU HEAR ME HAIR! GROOOOOOOW) Plus, I got to execute the damaged hair ends that was making my hair all tangled and ugly, not that I'm saying it looks pretty now. Current description of my hair: Totally ugly yet seemingly normal from far, 50 km and beyond. Like finally, I have a hairstyle that looks normal, average, typical and what not. I rather be all the previously stated than be like an ugly girl walking with an even uglier hairdo that looks like a dead dyed-black-and-red-and-brown panda on my head with mosquitos as security guards, guarding their hometown, my scalp. My decision was strengthen even more when I asked naDHEY for his opinions. he said, and I quote "Short hair nice lah." I think he'll change his mind when he looks at my new hairstyle. Hah, anyways, 'nuff about my hair. I know you're bored fo sho, so I seriously should not proceed (kay as if changing the subject would deplete your boredom).
Hm, you guys should try Starbucks bold coffee and put evaporated milk in it. It makes you wanna have breakfast again and again. (WARNING SUCH NICE DRINKS CONSIST DIRE CONSEQUENCES: IT MAKES YOU WANNA HAVE A DATE WITH MR TOILET BOWL AGAIN AND AGAIN).
Oh before I forget, I had to do an 800-word essay as a reflection on friday. Vicki and I had to do it. Well, according to Ms Chong MF (if you're reading this eleanor, LAUGH WITH ME), we were disrupting the class. Tsk, she seriously have issues with innocent people like me and vicki. We were decently drawing hearts with my black pen on the school's yearbook. Guys marked with a heart on their uniform/jerseys are considered hot/sexy/pretty. HAH. So after the lesson, we were personally invited to have vip seats outside the most wonderful place on earth, THE staff room. *JENGJENGJENG*Oh how grateful we were at such honour. HAHAHA (kaaaay, not funny). In the reflection, I inserted a lot of descriptive words to further lengthen the essay. I even talk about the metal cupboard that people don't even take notice of. Whaaaaaaaaaat, desperate times call for desperate measures okay. I rather write about nonsense than not receive the most holy and precious, in the eyes of many in SnortyGeeksLand, THE PERIODIC TABLE. Sense the sarcasm peopleeeeee. I rather run a marathon in school naked and bald with clown makeup then to do that again.
Eh actually no. It's fun. Cause it's like your allowed to joke for a letter to the teacher, only it must be >800 words. Who cares, if my sarcasm and lame-o-logy can be displayed proudly in my reflection. Now that's what you call reflection. A reflection is a reflection of how you portray yourself on paper. AHAHAHAHAAAAAAA. So the moral of the story is reflection is gay yet superbly fun to do and Vicki's full name is VICKI NG WAN TING. (hi woman! (:)
Hmmmm, So long, farewell, I hope to... erm, I suck at missing links. I seriously need to renew my brain's memory card. Finds my to-do-list.
OHMYGOD HOW CAN I REMEMBER THINGS WHEN I DONT HAVE A TO-DO-LIST.
*inhale-exhale-inhale-exhaaaaaale-inhale-inhale-inhale-exhaaaaaaaaale-burp.
e-ToDoList: GET A REAL TO-DO-LIST (a notebook/ papers/ boards/ dried leaves/ well anything that is writable)