Hair is a Many Splendored Things...

Okay the title had a very bad grammar but it's always brave to pick words and put them together as a satire or a realistic joke.

Just more pictures that shocked my universe. So far my mates are pretty forgiving of my decision...

        

 

I am really pleased a hefty lot. Hopping to a new dimension of great things to come. Healing and caring. Keeping busy and getting there.

Need new shades...

Wish

Overhauling Pardon Apology: The Drastically Quixotic Makeover

Oh yes... the time I had been waiting for.

I attacked my hair and found the perfect salon after weeks of research. I never had a perfect vision of what style I wanted so I had several consultations in lots of salons. But my new stylist, Jing, who is the proprietor of Propaganda Salon, exactly knew what will make me elegantly fabulous this time.

Let me fire the bottomline cannon. This is a public apology to all my friends and loved ones (even to my Mommy in heaven) who begged and asked for a blood compact NOT to cut my hair any short. I was confident saying I won't and it would be maximum of 7 inches only so it would still be long.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I cut 17 inches. BUT! I shall donate that to the cancer society for cancer patients. So everything is for a good cause... I feel so happy about the new look and I will help a cancer patient to have hair after the awful chemo.

Let us take a look and say goodbye to my happy long hair:

THE DONATION:

THE PROCESS:

BEFORE:
                                                                                                          

AFTER:

   

I look like my mum. It's been 15 years ago since I last had my bangs cut. Last short hair was 2002... and it was horrible then haha.

I hope I will be pardoned. It's really nice, good for my height and it's very sophisticated. What matters is that I am happy and Wish is so back!!!

Do not falter peers, my hair grows rapidly... it's even long at the back... and I am booked for a new photo shoot next month for you to be much more convinced about this evolution.

Enjoy the weekend!
Wishkins

Old Blog Replay: Nobody'sGirl

I had an old blog from the good ole pop days of MySpace. I just revisited the old pages and needed to post this one entry here:

Monday, November 06, 2006

The Curse: Nobody's Girl Current mood: gloomy I have written a blog and my browser fucked up last night. It maybe a sign of the things that need not to be known or in this case, might be too much cynical to be repressed outwardly towards my dear friends and spectators of life. I had just been contemplating on the fact that I do not do anything wrong but that itself seems wrong to people. Being yourself and sharing your care and appreciation of people is such an anarchy that people tend to be hysterical about it. But is it their fault? Sad how the world is too tainted by too many hangups from painful pasts. But when would you stop risking and letting yourself go through pain and disdain before you keep yourself inside a bubble again and be cold and bleak in your own world? Would you rather feel and keep on being disappointed and in the end appease yourself and say you did your best because you risked and pulled back up again? You still end up moping right? All throughout this, I will always end up in my own vortex of "the curse of Zeus." I'll be a nobody's girl and will always end up here. Tough life but hell, that's the way it is. I want to feel colder and darker but i dont want this to be the end of me. Should I blame externally? Yes. Is this rude? No. Will you take a very violent reaction? Then do so. I'll fade, roam another end of the road back towards the curse. That's the way and what matters is the journey in the middle of the vortex before I go back being a nobody's girl. My soul won't be sold. Unless I want to consider murdering someone's heart but most likely I shall keep my faith. Who knows. I might be on the right track and breaking a curse will take someone beyond me to make. Find me... I might not be around anymore, figuratively speaking. Frozenlipz. Currently listening : And Love Said No: Greatest Hits 1997-2004 By H.I.M. (His Infernal Majesty) Release date: 11 May, 2004

This is still true to the fact... unfortunately.

Wish

Deleted In The Face Of The Planet Cyberia

Memories... either they make you or break you.

Remember Big Bang Theory? I wonder how much asteroid dust it had produced. Powdered rocks... like how we push memories we want to forget... or probably forgotten but the fragment of details lie underneath.

I continue conquering my life. It hasn't really staggered my dreams and goals--- anally-wise. But some things can haunt you no matter how much you face it without any protection, without any fists covering your face. What about running away from it? Seems like there is no way to shatter the haunting but time. But I don't want any spite, anger, fear, worry, annoyance nor sadness anymore...

Tides are still high and low. Still have to go through it.

I already expressed my hate as hate. I still never regret anything.

I wish I can hurt back. I just wish revenge. But I mean so well. It looks like a complete contradiction but it's really for the good of my planet.

Overcasting my solitude are dusts of time.

Wish  

Better Days... and Boxer Gloves Phase

I am improving more and more everyday. My friends see me brighter, healthier and smiling more as usual. I know everybody missed the crazy bitch and I guess she's so back!

I am in the loathing phase... not really hurting my chest but it's out of ridicule. My logical brain has taken over the emotional side of me and can see much clearer. Who says I cannot love again? Who says I won't be the same again?

Well I won't be the same again in a way I am spring cleaning my life. I am finding out more things far from the superficial days of partying. I don't need shit anymore and I won't take any of this crap from anybody ever. If so, I can make mistakes along the way but these things will be picked up, studied and thrown in the gutter of hell.

I cannot be with a bunch of cowards. A bunch of people who's got heart and soul but doesn't know how to use it properly. Being kind is one but what is the context behind this value for you? Being kind cannot equal being courageous to be kind. Different levels of responsibilities. This was a World Trade Center metaphor case. It was being built high and mighty and one hit of a plane, the foundation collapsed to grounds of rocks and shrapnels of glasses. Lame-O.

I had been looking around cartoons and I've found perfect ones right on the spot:

THIS IS ME IN THE FIRST FEW WEEKS:



THIS IS ME NOW:

I love it.

So I am very much alive. Divine intervention. It's because I never fail to trust. Trust and have faith with the help of The Higher Power. Love, faith and support from my Dad, brother, sister, best friends and online friends... and someday, the right one for me (from my little brother's mouth "Next time, when you get a boyfriend, make sure you get to know them most especially the family okay? No more Mama's boy!").

In the meantime, I am riding the waves. I am focusing on my career and friends and peaceful hobbies that will enhance my entire being.

I shall remain. Resilience enjoying the rain.

Wishblizz