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i 'm moving! to http://junkfoodheaven.wordpress.com

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on a boring sunday

ah, sunday, sunday, sunday. such a sunny day. a good day to do your mounting laundry, take a stroll at the beach, basking in the sun, picnic in the park or escape into the coolness of shopping malls, spending on clothes, food and some unnecessary stuff and regret later, for spending too much money.

being the most uninteresting person in the world, i am spending all day within the four walls and eight corners of my room, sitting and typing with my right leg placed on top of the table. i've just realise, i have very few friends, but i am not going to sob about it la.

since i've been on hiatus for that long, and i am almost bored to death, might as well visit my own blog, read back what i've wrote so far, and write something, really something. when i first sign in for a blog account, i was hoping that by writing post regularly, my english and writing skill will improve. but so far, i don't see improvements and it seems my level has deteriorate. sigh.

a good writer is not him who uses thousands of bizarre words but rather him who uses his simple words but yet in a powerful and effective way.

on free days like today, i'll poke my nose on other people's blogs. but, somehow couldn't find the motivation to do it these days. too many kenny sia's and cheeserland's alike. sometimes i caught myself trying to write like them and i felt like screaming to myself, 'oi, you COPYCAT!!!' it works. i deleted my whole post soon after.

let me share this quote with you:
if you use the work of an author, it is called PLAGIARISM. but, if you use the works of several authors, it is called RESEARCH.

well, that brings a whole new meaning to research and plagiarism, isn't it?

and i also think my blog needs some renovation. it looks boring, sounds boring. i could fall asleep reading my own post. wth! i also need a specific topic for my blog so friends who read my blog are saved from having to hear my rantings and my frets. perhaps, i'll go for sex issues *hoho*. a friend lent me a book called urban tantra. maybe, after i read it, i can teach you guys how to have spiritual sex.

going short again

it smelled like mushroom soup, seasoned with basil leaves and pepper, only, it didn't stimulate my appetite. rather, it cause me to feel nauseous. throughout the whole thirty minutes ordeal, my nose wrinkled, i am battling within my inner self, trying to console myself. i hate having extreme chemicals on my hair and i was more displeased that she insisted on treating my hair. her reason was simple: i want a short haircut but my hair is awesomely thick and coarse that i will need trimmings more frequently, every 3 weeks? that crazy?treating makes my hair more manageable in that sense, give it some sleekness so that it stick as close as possible to my scalp thus preventing some fly-away hair from jutting out, she said.

although the customers are always right, i couldn't bring myself to tell her, "can you just cut my hair short, just like how i would love it to be?" and i couldn't find any other reasons to say NO partly because she's the hairdresser and she knows best. partly because i respect her opinion as a hairdresser. for years, friends and other hairdressers i had been to suggested only rebonding which i rejected immediately. surely they are right about this technique being able to tame my hair down but unbeknown to them is why i choose not to go for rebonding. many perceive that it is just my sheer obstinatinacy-unwilling to face the fact that my hair is unruly. however, my opinion of the best solution for my hair is getting suitable haircuts rather than to go against my natural hair texture.

this lady, whom though i sometimes think is trying to cash out from me, is the only hairdresser who cuts my hair according to my face shape and hair texture and, she's my favourite hairdresser so far.

and there, snip snip snip. the almost-shoulder-length-hair i have been trying to keep long since last year was chopped off. and i was glad that it was done. having hair cut is what i enjoy a lot that i couldn't understand why some girls cry when their pony tails are snipped off. i mean, hair do grow back again. even if it takes a very long time to grow it back, it will still grow back. my head feel so much lighter now. and my head is the shape of oval now. before, it is square! can you imagine that bulkiness?

though i was aiming for the pixie look, my current hairstyle is not very pixie-ish and i think it is not short enough. but it suits me. cater to my laziness and messiness. oh, i just love short hair. if you have thick coarse hair and diamond/oval shape face, don't hesitate to chop your hair short. even better, if you have long neck and delicate eyes and nose. for me, i have neither slender neck nor pretty eyes, and my nose is broad, but i am quite satisfied. it's comfortable.

as usual, after each haircuts, my mum will give me comments-whether i want it or not. when i came back from the salon, she was quite delighted to see me, i think i saw some glints of approval in her eyes, and that's good. eight hours later, she told me my hair looks ugly! she prefers mine long. what a lovely lady my mum is!

dad was hoping that her daughter will be more lady-like, wearing long hair, and skirts. sorry dad, i prefer short for now. and, better tomboy then ladette isn't it?