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[]Aged: go figure
[]blah, sarcastic, cynical, paranoid, indifferent
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[]green tea
[]music in free time

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[]hypocrites
[]twits
[]overbearing, arrogant, snobbish people
[]slowpokes, physical ones and mental ones

[]Point:who doesn't?

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[]friends
[]music
[]shopping
[]procrastinating
[]PUNS! yay!

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[]below 15 for L1R5
[]MarcEcko: The TurnStyle/E900/The Niche/Ecko ID/Two Timer/The Encore
[]much, much MUN-NEH
[]my own digital camera
[]ipod nano
[]my own tuba

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Thursday, August 30, 2007
Hairy-ly Harrowing Subject

You know those days where you wake up, and the first thought that comes to mind is "DAMNED. Bad hair day." even before you look yourself in the mirror? It's kinda like a "I know it" thing and you don't even have to see it. It just, well, sucks. I get that everyday. Seriously.

Okay, so maybe sometimes it isn't that bad and there have been days where I wish the damned hair would stay the same for the rest of the day, which never does happen and will probably never.

Don't even get me started on the fact that I'm balding.

And I just got a haircut. Though it doesn't look like it. But I know the difference okay? It is after all MY hair. And frankly, I'm tempted to burn it. It's just so....BLAH. Like BLAH.

I want a change of hairstyle! Something RADICAL. Something completely DIFFERENT.

Though I'm faced with a few problems.

Firstly, I don't want to be like the rest. Like typical. But seriously, who the hell am I kidding? Come on, I'm a guy and there is only so much a guy can do to his hair before it looks like hairstyles everyone else has. And I'm pretty sure some guy out there has hair like mine.

Secondly, I have no wish of waking up an hour earlier than I absolutely have to just to style my hair. Which brings me to my third problem, I have completely no idea how to style my hair. I've had wash-and-wear hairstyles, if they're even called styles to begin with, since, well, FOREVER?

And being the creatures of habit that we are, I find, ironically, comfort in my flat and floppy hair that emits a certain vibe that causes turmoil within my inner pace circle thingy that eventually leads my thoughts to "BURNNNNNNNNNNNNN!" My point? I'm scared of change okay? I want it but I'm afraid. Like the last time I painted my nails black, that needed a few days before I got used to it afterwhich I got rid of due to my dad's head promptly popping off after I suggested the dying of my hair and got a "DON'T-DO-STUPID-THINGS-TO-BREAK-UP-THE-FAMILY" saga started. But while I had them, it was awfully surreal, like how they weren't my fingers.

Thinking back, the last time I had a "radical" change was when I was in Sec3, which resulted in a change of parting. WOW! Radical, I know. Tell me about it.

I really have no idea what to do with the clump of black stuff that lies atop this empty head of mine. If that clump of black stuff could make noises, it'd probably go "FLOP FLOP FLOP FLOP FLOP FLOP"

And did I mention I'm balding? To top that off, if it can even be done, I'm becoming retarded. I feel myself getting more and more stupider. See? Point proven. Maybe every strand of hair I lose, some of my intelligence, whatever little amount I have had to begin with, is lost as well.

Did I mention I was balding?


10:51 am