When you see something nice, look more closely...

Today, someone asked me if I dyed my hair. My hair - which is cropped now, - has lost the dyed chunks of reddish mahogony (THAT was dyed... when i was std. five) because of my recent hair cut, is now at its natural colour. Hearing my fellow schoolmate mistaking my brown hair as a result of chemical alteration pleased me. She wasn't the first. When I was younger, BEFORE standard five, students, prefects alike all asked the same question. (unfortunately, the discipline teacher taught that I DID dyed my hair, and when I denied this, I earned a smack on the arm as he thought I was lying -- WHAT?! A girl can't inherit the genetical colour genes from her mom?) Anyways, when I went into the washroom to rinse my smudgy hands, I glanced into my reflection, and grimaced. My hair, moments ago complimented (or something like it, since I take it that in a place where black hair is common, a light hair is outstanding), was a horrible mousy brown!

EGAD!

I was truly distressed my the sight reflected upon me. I used to be proud of my hair! But i noticed taht in teh light fo the blazing malaysian sunlight, my hair looked coarse, mousy, and unhealthy (there was a freakin' tinge of sickly yellow colour to my mousy-brown!!!)

I have decided. I have been keeping a box of black dye because if a teacher asked me to dye my hair black, I would be ready. But THIS! is a call that must be answered, not by the urging of a teacher, but of vanity. black hair is normal, but it's normally jet-black. I'm getting a Bluish-black, like an ink-waterfall. Hey, after all, black is the in colour, right?

The teachers should be pleased by my willing to DYE MY HAIR BLACK .
They should be paying their reverence to me.

Adios.