If life comprised of a series of bad choices held together on a string of false hope and coincidence, we would be terribly happy and unhappy creatures. But we are. We don't know what we want and more than anything, we fail to thread the line of being good while being happy. This line, shown to us by teachers and parents, may seem like a vast valley at first but soon we find out that traversing between finding happiness and finding our morals is like trying to walk on a tightrope.

If hell existed

If he'll existed, there would be a special place reserved for me. And autocorrect.

Let me impress into you

"Because to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of some one else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him."
The Picture of Dorian Gray

hairassment

I did something pretty crazy with my hair at the end of last year when I went to KL with a couple of classmates. I dyed my sides and a little tail at my nape a platinum blonde. In case you need a reference point, think Draco, Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy.

I was inspired by British songstress Kate Nash, with her super cool stripes coupled with vintage make-up but she isn't known by many so when people ask about my hair I have to tell them Narcissa Malfoy. (I would take Narcissa any day. The number of people who have called me Rogue from X-Men……)

The dye job is pretty unique and meant to look rather skunk-like. I'm really glad the hairdresser got it right!

When I sent my sisters this picture, they completely freaked out, thinking I went all blonde.

I get a lot of strange looks. Looks of shock, of disgust, of intrigue. But I don't mind those. It's when people STARE, that's when it becomes so annoying because frankly, it is plain rude to stare. But I've learnt to ignore them.

At the cafe I'm working at, however, there are some customers who like to give their two cents worth. Some are cute, like this middle-aged who asked me if we would like to trade because he'd do anything to rid himself of white hair. Then I got an ah lek who first asked me how old I am, and then proceeded to make a jab at how I look old cos of my stripes. Didn't your mother ever tell you if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all?

But at the end of the day, I really love my hair. I've always wanted to do something crazy and never really had the chance being cooped up and controlled by the rules in school for the past 12 years of my life. Truth be told, I love it even more because a lot of people don't like it. And I think it's here to stay. Even if it will blow various holes in my already ruined pockets.

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Tis a new year. A year of freedom, of finding myself and who I am away from elements which strip me of my individuality. So I would like to track my experiences via a series of strange but important posts.

It feels odd to blog again, not out of need to entertain others or to update the vast world of the internet of my life but just to catalog my thoughts, feelings and changes. I am looking forward to it. Whatever "it" may be.