No place like home

You know when people say one of the things to do when you’re in the darkest mood is to cut your hair, it actually works. Continuation of the previous post – I went home alone and almost cried again in the bus. On the journey alone, things just kept running in my head. But the thought of seeing my family in less than 2 hours eased my mind. It was everything that matter.

Went to the salon next day to get my hair cut short (back to old school style hehe) but my mom thought I was too emo to decide… See? My mom knows me best. I had nothing to say. So the plan failed and I only trimmed my hair. So-called change of hairstyle. Dyed my hair dark brown and copper before going back to Kampar. I like. =) Nothing like the horrible bright ‘tea’ colour I had 2 years ago right after NS. 99% lala. Lols.

The hair colour doesn’t show. This is why I need a new phone. The quality… tsk tsk tsk. Thanks Ewa for noticing my eyebags although I have them since born.

Slacking in studies. This semester’s going to be like my first semester in foundation. Screwing everything up. I know I’m really stubborn eh someone please knock hard on my head and wake me up. Maybe if I can have a digicam and take pictures like before, my life would be more inspiring.

And then someone unintentionally said that I don’t do anything at all other than going online. Someone who used her friend’s slides for her individual presentation, someone who washes her undergarments every 10 days, someone who copied in every single test and someone whose assignment was redone by me. Oh. Okay. That says a fucking whole lot right?

Fuh. Before I go bitching about every single person around me, bye.

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