Browsing through some old photographs is quite refreshing to one's mind or so I've discovered.
It makes me realised that I've quite forgotten how I really look like with long hair.
But if you reflect upon that, throughout my whole 20 years of life, I've only had long hair for about a year or so before cutting them all off. This does makes it hard for oneself to remember I guess.
Not to mention past few months ago, I've gone through quite a frenzy of chopping my hair really short. The shortest I ever had in recent eight years.
I'm guessing, I'm paying for thoes implusive behaviour now that I'm of a more stable mind.
I'm predicting that it would take me a better half of the year to have my hair grown to the desired shoulder length. I've only just realised/remembered how wavy my hair could get when its at that length and found myself quite liking it currently.
I've finally understood what Jean meant by liking my hair when it's that long. Though I don't think I fancy them that much back then.
Oh well, people grow and preferences could change.
Don't get me wrong, I still love myself with short hair. Only, I'm quite sick of them now after having it for two years straight.
Really, there are only so many designs you can get out of them.
Mum bought me strawberries. We shall see how hardworking am I tomorrow to result in either stawberries shortcake or stawberries and cream.
.Never.Ending.Rainbow. 2:16 AM
