The predicament of Blonde conversion

In just a few months, I'll be facing a new problem.

A problem so big it'll make the financial crisis look like the overdue balance in my checking account.

A hurdle so elevated that I’d rather crawl back sniffling and retake my upcoming SPM (Which some of you might have been thinking was what this topic was about so HAH! IN YO FACE!) than face it.

What be this hurdle I speak of, you ask?

Yep you guessed it.

I'll be graduating soon and until now, I still haven't thought of what I want to do with my appearance. Do I stick to my three year plan of painting pink streaks in my mane or should I just dye the darn thing brown like every godforsaken, interchangeable, stereotypical Chinese girl out there. And live with it. (I've always joked that brown was the Asian equivalent of blonde and yet here I am, thinking about it. Actually, actually thinking about it. Man.)

But why even change your appearance?? I hear you cry. And I reply, Well thanks. That is such a guy thing to say. But its true. Then again, guys say a lot of things. Like how they like girls without makeup (but not girls with pimples) and girls who are just themselves (but have an awesome personality and sense of humor) and how they eat healthily (but have a body like Kate Moss's). And I say Take it or leave it, we are who we are. No wait, I think that one's Kesha. But what I'm trying to say is: its not a capital offense to try and change yourself. Life's all about change. Heck, even time is defined as the rate of change. Without change, we wont have time. We'd probably all be nonexistent lifeless bodies of continuous thought. Scratch that, no thought. Just the nonexistence.

Bernice who used to be my scriptwriter (it's a long story) put it like this:

 "When I was a kid, my dad used to work in a Ribena factory and he'd never let any of his kids drink Ribena 'cause he knew all the crap they were putting in it. But how the hell do you try explaining that to a six year old? All my friends were drinking Ribena and I couldn't even touch it. So yeah lah of course, the minute we grew up, my brother and I kept buying Ribena by the carton. I still love it." 

Remember the good old days when they used to come in glass bottles?

In my school (Which is Chinese ed, whoopee), you can't let your hair down (as all Malaysians know) You can't straighten it, or curl it, or dye it or crop it. So for five whole years I tied it up in a bun and forgot about it.

Now I'm finally letting my hair down (Both literally and figuratively) and surprisingly enough, as much as I've dreamed of this day coming, I can't for the life of me figure out what I want to do with this new found freedom.

So in the end, I've decided to just leave things as they are (men of the world, rejoice!) Its not that I've found some spiritual truth in Internal Beauty or anything like that, maybe its simply the fact that when you have something, you just don't feel like you want it anymore.

Which was what I thought at first, but then my friend told me this

"Hey, maybe that's not the case, you know? Maybe its just the fundamental truth that when you don't want something, you finally realize that you're mature enough to handle it"

I don't know. Either way, I've decided not to do a thing about graduating. I'll hang out with some buddies, stay sober and have a good time.

Why? I don't know.

Why don't you tell me?