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Saturday, April 16, 2005

lesson #141: hairy story

Retouched my roots just now, after a bohh-ring hip-hop Amore session. The instructor totally repeated the moves he used last year, which is kinda sucky. I didn't pay close to fifty bucks for a second screening! Bah. Will just go to kickboxing classes from now on and improve my stance (that's the only bit I learn from kickboxing - the perfect stance. I hope to cower enemies and get them to run away before they find out that my bark's worse than my bite).


So yeah, let's talk about hair, people. I've never been one of those girls who can look pretty with their hair all au naturel. I simply look bleak in black, and my strands suffered an ever-lasting dryness before I discovered the magic of treatments. As a result, I have to cough up on average $200 every half-year for coloring, treatments, perms, and straightening. Thing is, everytime after I've done my hair, I'd start worrying that the roots will grow out in mere days and it'll look ugly at the blink of an eye. Then I'd calculate in how many months' time I'd have to go back to the salon to do it all over again. And then I'd think, should I keep it as it is or change the colour or re-do the texture by perming or whatnot.


Have I mentioned that I'm very bad at making decisions? So this hairy issue'll keep giving me a headache, just like a vicious cycle which never stops.


Am excited to go for the sports bash next Tue, but at the same time it's also quite worrying because I don't know what to wear. The bash being my virgin foray into the clubbing world (sorta, since it's been so long since I club I probably had forgotten all about clubbing) I want my outfit to be just perfect. And I want my hair and make-up to be just perfect too. But being a perfectionist sucks, because then you question every single detail and everything always seems not good enough.


Will probably get the moss-green mini skirt from Zara to go with my plunging green halter, but then I'd have to buy new heels too because... well, that's just too complicated to explain. Looking at my wardrobe, I've got many tube tops and / or party tops which I technically could wear but probably won't wear because they're just not good enough. Purple tube, black tube, white flowery tube, cropped green tube, all of them are not good enough. Black netted top, brown halter, off-shoulder top... not good enough. I've got a shimmery pink halter which is beyond lovely, but I don't want to soil it in case some smelly drunk idiot spills beer all over it, so that top is out. Everything else is not good enough. God help my fickle mind!

mon has bin bad at 11:57:00 PM