on a darker side...

blonde moments aside (i didn't need a colour change for that, but this isn't abt that), i've finally taken the plunge and murdered my serial highlighting passion of almost four years. alright alright, i haven't murdered it, it's just laying low for awhile. at any rate, it was byebye browns, blondes and reds. and just to shock myself a bit more - what can i say, i live for adrenaline - i got it cut, changed the parting, and have adopted a meant-to-be-sexy-over-the-eye-who-am-i-kidding-it's-hair-poking-me-into-near-blindess fringe. i am very proud of myself.

so being the obsessivecompulsivecontrolfreakperfectionist that i am (ok FINE - vain. i should be allowed, my hair is my look - say NOTHING), i thought i'd share some thoughts about the differences of being light or dark haired (no, nothing of that blondes have more fun, brunettes are taken more seriously shit). of course, we're strictly talking chinese-skin-tonned with anything other than jetblack for obvious reasons. them whites don't count, they can pull off almost anything, lucky bastards. actually, i've always known some of these things, but there's the odd nugget that's fascinating nonetheless:

1. i can wear a lot more makeup colours now. c'mon rainbow, let's have an eyelid affair!

2. dark hair brings out features a lot more, which is a good thing - IF that's what you want. doesn't help we haven't got much peripheral vision, if you know what i mean, or have acres of dynasty-worthy building land instead of a castle-atop-a-hill senario. ok cryptic, take a hike. i mean we have slit eyes and flat noses and even flatter faces laaa. so really, a-many-coloured mane, if well maintained, gives dimension, takes attention away from the face and accentuates the overall impression. striking hair mahh.

3. ok, (1) and (2) were just excuses to get to (3). my hair colour is affecting my smile!!! aliens have landed and i don't know what's going on! i'll try to put it as succintly and briefly as i possibly can (ok, so that's impossible, shut up). when i was lion king, as my brother thought it fit to call me, i could always pull of my vigourous bare-all-teeth colgate ads, as mum liked to say (geez, i have such nice family). in fact, i couldn't do anything but. if i attempted the smiling-demurely-with-lips-closed-i'm-such-a-sweet-young-thing stunt, well. let's just say i looked stupid. very stupid. nowww, i think things have gone into reverse. any sight of them chompchomps make me look like a, well, sakai. i think. this is so dumb. i can't just do a 180 and whip up the innocent lil kitten look from nowhere! i've had four years of toothy conditioning! besides, it's all part of an attitudepersonalitycharactertype thing, and i don't think i do cute-and-sweet too naturally.

i may have a solution: pehaps i could utterly insist my overly-worked, involuntary cameramen count their 1-2-3s (i shouldn't even have to say) while the girls and i shamelessly and endlessly do our thing, and only at the moment of 3, smile. one of those no grins yet no mouth closed things. i could do the lips apart deal. you know, like i was not preparing to have my picture taken, but was laughing like an elegant-young-lady who happened to be caught on camera.

yes i already admitted to vanity. but the photomania is steph's fault. who said incurable, contagious diseases were limited to STIs??

on a side note, i got the complete dawson's creek seasons 1 and 2!!! *does the red indian happiness-dance* no, this has nothing to do with katie holmes' renewed fame on the entertainment scene. i got it cuz dawson's creek rocks! i have something for drama - for that's what it is - which are REAL. you know, with twists just as heart wrenching as the next series (like some of some other excuses-for-series-i-won't name) but at the same time not so unbelieveable it just becomes dumb. you know what i mean. it's THE classic series of its kind, the ultimate paradoxical REAL DRAMA. i think i'm in love.

and the song after song after song they use don't hurt one little bit.