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My sisters and I just baked a batch of snowman sugar cookies. We used raisins for the bowties and buttons because we don't have any chocolate chip at home. And those Hershey's Kisses? Totally what you think they are.
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| I cut my hair three days ago and it turned out horrible. I know I've complained about haircuts before but this one takes the proverbial cake. It's truly a disaster of epic proportions, worse than The Day After Tomorrow and 2012 combined. It looks like the typical primary six haircut. You know, the kind where after 12 years of your parents dictating your haircuts, they finally let you decide and you ask the hairdresser for a very layered cut like all the celebrities are sporting. Only you forgot celebs have an army of hairdressers to get them the way they look. So you end up tying your hair for the next six months while waiting for it to grow out. And, because I never learn from my mistakes, the ponytail will possibly be my hairstyle of choice for awhile again.
I really don't know where I went wrong that day. One moment I was sitting in the salon chair saying I wanted the length two inches below my shoulder, and the next, a mullet sat atop my head. Short in the front, long at the back, it was a hairstyle which died out last century. Only my hairdresser never got that memo. If there's one thing to be grateful for, it's that I don't have a full-blown Billy Ray Cyrus circa 1990 mullet. My layers at the front are only chin length, thank God.
If you think the situation sounds bad, this isn't the end of the story. No, it gets much more tragic. Let's say you got a bad haircut, what would you do?
1. Go back to the hairdresser and ask for the length to be evened out. Although it would leave your hair shorter than it's been in years, bobs are très chic at the moment, or
2. Style your hair everytime before leaving the house. While this takes a bit of effort, your hair might be able to pass off as presentable, or
3. Cut a fringe.
Normal people would choose option 1 or 2 because humans are vain creatures and want to look good. I took option 3. God knows what possessed me to do it, but it's possibly the same thing that possessed Britney to shave off all her hair. FML. | | |
| Indie music lovers would probably dismiss my abysmal taste in music. I listen to 98.7FM religiously and my iPod is the MTV Top 100 list from the past six months. None of that obscure, stripped down bullshit for me, thanks. I'm too much of a Philistine to appreciate it. So hypothetically speaking, me telling you my current playlist here would be pointless because:
1. I'm not MTV and nobody asked for my top ten songs, and
2. you could get a similar result googling 'most downloaded songs'.
But in practice? I'm going to tell you anyway. Here's my ten favourite songs at the moment.
Down - Jay Sean feat. Lil Wayne
I'm Only Me when I'm with You - Taylor Swift
Mad - Ne-Yo
It's Alright, it's Okay - Ashley Tisdale
Here We Go Again - Demi Lovato
Body Language - Jesse Mccartney feat. T-Pain
Dear God - Avenged Sevenfold
One in a Million - Miley Cyrus
Two is Better than One - Boys Like Girls feat. Taylor Swift
Never Say Never - The Fray | | |
| Ever since the holidays started, I haven't slept before 2 in the morning. Most times I'm still wide awake at 3 AM doing the most pointless things. It could be a slight case of insomnia (ah ah) or my body clock's just screwed up. My room has turned into a gambling den. Every night my sisters come to play cards until the wee hours of the morning. Even Danielle, who's in the middle of her A levels, can't resist the lure of bridge, taiti and poker. Such is the state of our addiction. In Yap's words, I "should get someone to watch the door, the police might raid".
Other than that, I've started packing my room. I finally got around to throwing away my O level textbooks (better late than never!) so I have shelve space for my J1 notes. I've also picked up all the clothes lying around my floor, organised my accessories and done a dusting. I can't deny my room still looks like a warzone, but there's never been a time when it could pass off as neat so let's just thank God I can see the wooden parquet.
Also, I finally found a use for the stack of unread Time magazines in my room. I still remember when I got the suscription form to have them delivered to my house weekly. I imagined reading them cover to cover, filling my head with interesting facts and having thought-provoking discussions with adults on current events. Unsurprisingly, that never came to pass. So what I did was cut out pictures of famous people from them and began a collage on my wall. Much like Samson (of Samson and Delilah fame), these Time magazines never got to fulfill their real potential. Instead, this is what they've become:
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