Hairy Situation.

Bleaching my hair? 

Not such a good idea. But if we're being optimistic, at least I only did it to the lower half of my hair. So only that fragment has decided to convert from being hair, to a plain ole broom. -____-"

So am gonna CHOP IT ALL OF (well, the supposedly "ombre" part of it anyways) once it grows a bit longer. I'm not quite ready to go short again yet. Once I get bored with long hair, then trust me. I wouldn't doubt taking a pair of scissors and snip away at it myself.

Though, despite the catastrophe that is my current hair, I have a feeling that it'll be associating with bleach again very soon. Coz I'm craving to go dip-dye(!)

Kinda like what I initially went for, but with colours that will receive disapproving looks from both parents. But what to do. I'm not going to be young forever. Turning TWENTY YEARS old young this year already. EH MA GADDDD. I am not prepared to be an adult. 

Obviously, my colour of choice. Though the one below is pretty awesome as well:

This one is almost like mine, in terms like they look like we ignored our roots:

Me, my so-called dip dye hair (which is actually an accident) complete with red lipstick. I swear... you can't ever smile with teeth with red lipstick. The pictures always turn out weird. Or is it only me? 

The colour red hardly ever sticks on MY hair. I mean, seriously. I have friends who dyed theirs red as well, but how is it that theirs lasts much longer than mine.

This was taken right after I was done with the whole dyeing process: (Though it may be the effect from the flash of the camera, but it was still quite an apparent red back then.)

That is all.

PS: I have practical exams tomorrow. So help me God. Let those limbs flinch a little when I hit em with a neurological hammer.

PS 2: A bunch of K-Pop crazed friends in Malaysia are/were/will be stalking a boyband; BEAST, since they're in town. And I wish I could join them! Not because I'm a big fan or anything. I'm a fan, I mean, I've heard their songs. Quite awesome, might I add. But I would reaaalllyy like to experience all that y'know.

Waiting outside/inside a hotel lobby for them to return/go out. Stand at the arrival gate with a cardboard saying 'I Heart You (insert name here)' in KLIA and scream like nobody's business when (insert name here) comes out. Run after their bus/van/limo/beca, etc. Just the whole experience seems so exhilarating. And weird, once you're over 22 years old. -_____-"