lately i find myself going to level 42 a lot. just walking around, even though i have no business being there.
i just can't help it.
i just stare and stare and stare. frankly it's a bit weird and unsettling.
she's one of the site administrator.
she sounds australian.
she wears knee length shorts to work and has freckles.
i might be having my first girl crush ever.
(is this the first? liar.)
or
...............................
of course, i may just be obsessed with her hair.
she has the most adorable pixie cut ever! who am i kidding, i've always, always loved short hair. i think it has character, instead of having boring long hair - even when it's gorgeous and shiny or curly it's always boringly princess-like. bosan nak mampus.
except, of course, with minimal care i can look like a total girl. stok lemah lembut, the type you bring home to mom, approachable bimbo look.
except that's not actually who i am.
so, one day. i will actually walk into a saloon (or kedai cina 8 ringgit) and cut off my waist long hair. yes, the one i've taken 5 years to grow out. why the hell not? i only kept it cos i had disney princess fantasies anyway. and because my boyfriend at the time had totally stereotypical taste.
arghhh, nak potong rambut! the more i look at that picture the more, makin gatal tangan rasa cam hati berdebar2 cannot keep still i want to run out right now and get my hair cut.
shit. should someone be saving me from myself right about now?
shit. should someone be saving me from myself right about now?


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