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    Thursday, March 24, 2005

    Hairy Business

    You name it, I've had it.
    Long hair, medium hair, short hair. Natural curls, poker straight rebonded hair, permed hair and even Korean roll-straight hair. Virgin hair, coloured hair, highlights.

    Come to think of it, I must have spent a fortune on the stringy stuff on the top of my head for the past few years. Jumping from salon to salon (I never seem to be able to find my one destined hairstylist), trying out new techniques and cuts - wanting to look different. Well, I'd better have all the fun I can when I still have something on my head. My only regret is that my hair grows so slowly it always means waiting for ages before I get to go on another hairy adventure.

    I went for a haircut today. I've given up wanting to keep it long again and decided it's far more practical to keep my hair as short as possible. It's manageable and versatile. And convenient. So this evening, I went from

    this

    to this!

    The new look still needs some getting used to... (also pardon the fact that I look a little washed out. Had less than 5 hours of sleep and I'm not wearing make-up) and don't you realise how much chubbier I look when there are no bits of hair framing the sides of my cheeks? Oh well... I was born with chubby cheeks. Nothing I can do about it. I can only dream of high cheekbones and chiselled features at night.

    Anyway, hair aside, I've made an interesting discovery today. One of my lecturers looks like Keanu Reeves. From where I was sitting, at least. And went he spoke, his voice was deep and mellow - the kind of voice I like. But everything good about him ended there. He lectured with a droning voice (like most Americans do) that me and my friends had to repeatedly pop sweets into our mouths to stop dozing off and drooling all over our notes.

    Which reminds me. I need to get back to work......

    [Time of Confession] 8:29 PM
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