The endless cycle

It's 1.30am, and instead of succumbing to sleep, I'm contemplating, yet again, whether to cut my fringe or not. As I said before, numerous times actually, I am "growing it out". Which basically means I'll be sporting this look for the next few months:


Yeah, keep the compliments rolling in. Haha.

Why not just cut it, you ask? Because as soon as I start to snip it off, the cycle will begin again. And before long, the dilemma will arise again. To cut, or not to cut?

And if I am to cut it, should I be boring and cut another generic Asian side fringe? Oh whoop-dee-doo. What a change. I've only had this same haircut for about 5 years now, with slight variations here and there.

I would also like to dye my hair brown. Some shade of dark brown that is not that noticeable, but makes me look slightly less Asian, if that were possible. Unfortunately, my parents seem to be extremely against this idea, because apparently it will give me cancer. So, I guess not.

On a side note, wow, a lack of school has seriously screwed up my mind. I tried spelling numerous as "numourous", and I was questioning whether "snip" is really a word. The wonders of spellcheck.

Ta-da.

Here's my attempt to achieve something vaguely productive these post-HSC holidays, inspired and motivated by the one and only person who is smart enough to spell her own name wrong: Sqphia.

So to you, I dedicate this charming new little blog. Ha ha.