ever since my hair grew beyond my mid-waist, I've been trying to bun up all of my hair but obviously to no avail. Either it looks too circular and solid or too auntie with the remains of the unbunnable hair shooting out in all directions. And shout hooray, i did it! (:




This should mark the end of my unkempt hair everytime I go out...if I don't go into lazy mode haha. For the past __ years since I have hair (or rather ever since I know the strings growing on my head are hair), I've been letting it down without even combing it.


Actually I did, in primary school when I am very adamant about drawing my hair up into a ponytail and making sure that every single strand of hair is GELLED and glued to the head.

See, the hairstyle is so horrible that I can't even google a picture that is similar to what I had for 6 years on my head. I seriously don't know how my parents can stand looking at me for another minute! :X


So I had a stiff head stuck on my body that looked the same from morning assembly to the dismissal of school, regardless of rain or shine. Even the wind can't make any changes to my heavily gelled head. And the long ponytail is probably the only thing on my head that can move, and that became a convenient "tool". Whenever people want to call me, they just have to give a hard tug on my ponytail and they'll get me.

SO I CHOPPED OFF THE CONVENIENT TOOL.

and hence the evolution from an error stiff head to a mushroom head- the longest strand is probably 1 cm down my ears. urgh. I can't bear to recall.

And fortunately I didn't get addicted to the mushroom head and allowed it to grow- with a centre parting though. Till sec 3. When I first had a more normal looking hairstyle. So moral of the story is I really have no luck with hair, even till now whenever I go for a haircut, i will end up looking like a very error production of my parents.


ANYWAY, the above story is very out of topic haha. Getting back on track, I finally stepped out of my house yesterday for the first time of the week and went out with my anti-shell food Gypsy. Poor gypsy was sick so we didn't get to meet up for gymming therapy this week and went for retail therapy. and it was rewarding, damaging and auntifying. TO THE MAX. hahaha. & I bet gypsy has recovered from the loots that she's ripped together with me, yes keyword: Together with me (:

Have not been to shopping for ages and as quoted from ZS, I've made a comeback hahaha.

so to prove my appreciation to my gypsy for today....