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Zee. 22. Singapore. Fine Art student. Procrastinator. Occasional insomniac. My favourite kind of gifts come in the form of books. Writing keeps me sane. Art keeps me busy. Music is universal. Europe is the place to be.

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Cee-Dee-Gee
Monday, 9 February 2009 | 5:14 pm

One word: woohoo!

Now Between You and I is in order. Possibly even Sweet Dreams as well. Heh. We'll see how it goes.

There's something about my hair. It refuses to be colored. My brother pointed that one out to me. Yesterday, he laughed at me because even the easy apply-on hair dye doesn't work. It's a Japanese product, you see. He brought home four tubes of them; 2 pink, 1 yellow and 1 blue. Since I'm not crazy enough to use the blue or even the yellow, for that matter, I used the pink. It's PINK, okay? In fact, it's candy pink. But when I applied it on a lock of strands, I didn't see pink. When it dried, that strand became purple. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND my hair.

Of course that had something to do with the fact that my hair is black. I jokingly said to my hair while tugging at it, "I'mma bleach you!" My brother agreed; I have to go bleach my hair. But! Of course I'm not going to bleach my hair. That's crazy. I love my black hair...but I'd love to have some streaks, too. Red streaks, to be precise. In-your-face kind of red. Candy-red kind of red. The kind of red - yeah, you get the picture.

Lastly, I need money! Just so I can buy you-know-what.