What dreams are made of

/ samedi, mai 20, 2006

The little blonde girl has somethin' to say...

Let's play the game called 'spot the difference'. Btw, if after everything you still can't spot the difference, you must be blind.

See the difference? Don't worry, I have bigger pictures...

She couldn't take it anymore. Too long (the hair), too hot (the weather). She claimed she did think n times before deciding to cut those locks. In the end she realised the only way to feel less tired while combing her hair was to get rid of it (most). Now every strand of her hair is not more than 7cm I think. Very very light...woohoo! Of course my mum had her reservations but ya know, my sister said it's her hair, it's her washing and combing it so she must decide for herself. She knew she ran the risk of looking fatter with her hair short, but she said heck care lar. According to her, comfort is more important than appearance. So, she decided to cut it. And on our way home she and my mum had this convo...

Mum: Sayang simpan rambut lama-lama abis nak gunting. Berapa lama kau simpan?

Kakak: Nak dekat 2 tahun. Takpe la mak, nanti dia panjang lagi la. Susah tau nak sikat. Penat ana sikat lama-lama pun tak abis. Abis kat hujung-hujung semua kusut.

Mum: Eh na, tak bawa balik rambut kau?

Kakak: Ah? buat apa nak bawa balik? Biarkan je la.

That was yesterday. Today she said again...

Mum: Eh semalam bawa balik rambut kau tu bagus. Nanti dia orang buat rambut wig.

Kakak: Biarkan la. Ana tak kesah la mak.

My mum is so cute lar, she's worrying about my sister's hair being made into a wig. Seriously, my sister doesn't even care. Wouldn't it be good if someone could use that hair rather than it being thrown into the dustbin? Just don't send to strange countries to make soya sauce can oredi, so my sister says...

aight, good day folks!

I painted my dreams at 3:30 AM

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