I would like to dedicate this blog post to my
long long hair.
Dear long hair, you have been my best best
buddy from when i was a baby till today.
You were so so so smooth, silky, gorgeously black
and you SHINE for no reason at all.
Every friends in high school said i should put you
to good use in shampoo commercials but i apologize
that i couldnt bring u to stardom because i was fat,
dark and ugly. What tv commercial would wan an ugly model?
Whenever i give u a haircut its only off an inch or 2.
you have never been cut off above chest level.
i remembered when i was about 3 or 4yrs old,
mum took me to cut a bob hairstyle . i cried because
i lost you. I said no to saloon until i got u super long again.
After i finished with high school, i went to hairdressing.
and thats when i killed u slowly.
I colour , perm , cut , rebonding and so much more.
Atleast once a month i must do something to it
but most of the time its dyeing it. And never bother
doing treatment after that.
After 4yrs i stopped being so immature,
i kept you straight, and only visited a saloon
6mths or 1yr one time.
But realized its was too late. you were suffering.
long long hair.
Dear long hair, you have been my best best
buddy from when i was a baby till today.
You were so so so smooth, silky, gorgeously black
and you SHINE for no reason at all.
Every friends in high school said i should put you
to good use in shampoo commercials but i apologize
that i couldnt bring u to stardom because i was fat,
dark and ugly. What tv commercial would wan an ugly model?
Whenever i give u a haircut its only off an inch or 2.
you have never been cut off above chest level.
i remembered when i was about 3 or 4yrs old,
mum took me to cut a bob hairstyle . i cried because
i lost you. I said no to saloon until i got u super long again.
After i finished with high school, i went to hairdressing.
and thats when i killed u slowly.
I colour , perm , cut , rebonding and so much more.
Atleast once a month i must do something to it
but most of the time its dyeing it. And never bother
doing treatment after that.
After 4yrs i stopped being so immature,
i kept you straight, and only visited a saloon
6mths or 1yr one time.
But realized its was too late. you were suffering.

it everyday at the maximum heat to
blow it straight to keep it looking healthy.

evil thing to the hair. I burn it so much :(
And i always use wax, hairspray after curling it.
Causing me to wash my hair crazily.

I have to admit, i abuse you like mad.
I get angry at you whenever u decided to
go and have a bad hair day but i guess
hair have PMS as well. and worst is how you adsorb
all the oily smoke and air and decide
to bully my forehead with mini pimples.

you blow across my face, lingering traces
all over me.
I've seen how u suffered madly these few days.
And i've decided to set you free.
I hate to see you being tangled and pulling
you with a comb and you break apart.
So i've decided to set you free.

to see you suffer so much. College is starting
and i dont have so much time to take care
of you anymore :(

my stylist cut you off -_-v
My mum loves you so much more the way
you are now :)
I look so much younger :D
Even though you are gone,
your younger generations are still growing :)
But you are still forever part of me ❤
*sorry i havent edit my layout :(
I am having orientation tmr zomg ! have to wake up
at 6am T~T. nights ~*
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