Read this if you're thinking of cutting your hair short.

Omg guys what am I doing with my life.

^A question every girl would’ve asked herself EVERY TIME SHE HAS CUT HER HAIR TOO SHORT.

I apologise that most of this site is rubbish (and I also apologise for my lack of updates) but this is just a note to my future self, should I decide to cut my hair short again, because sometimes I just don’t understand why girls will have moments in their lives where they think it’s a good idea to cut their hair short. Keyword: think.

You see, a select few females in this world can pull off short hair, and 99% of these girls who can pull it off are usually just ridiculously good-looking people (e.g. Emma Watson), who could probably pull it off too if they shaved their heads and had grass for hair. However, the sad reality is that most of us are about as attractive as tables could get......

.....But we decide to cut our hair short anyway.

Someone explain this phenomenon i cannot.

Okay not all girls, but I know so many of us who decide to do this then regret it.

I feel like it's just this really sick thrill where I've just been trying to push the boundaries of how short my hair can go before I actually realise this is 50% of my face I am messing with and it's not a joke.

Yknow how when you were in Primary school, you'd sit and lean back on your chair just to see how far you could go before you actually tip over? And that moment when you lean really far but still make it back down on all four chair legs, and you get this mini cheap sense of accomplishment...

which makes you wanna lean back again and see if you can go even further?

And...

I swear it's the same thing.

Because I've been into short(-er) hair for quite a while now, so I'd been cutting it till around my shoulder each time, i.e. the safe zone. It wasn't until 2 haircuts ago that I accidentally cut it a bit shorter than usual, which I freaked out for the first day, but then realised it was actually a pretty great length.

And because this "mistake" turned out to be quite an optimal length, I just wanted to see that if I tried it again just slightly shorter the next time, would it somehow be 'even more optimal?'

So I did just that...... fell flat on my back. I'd reached THE optimal length the previous time. Should not have gone further.

If you're not much of a reader, here's a graph that can help you illustrate the last 2 paragraphs:

Okay so that (i.e. my eagerness to go one step further), coupled with the fact that my hairdresser was way too excited about snipping my hair off, basically escorted me straight into a pit. Hairdresser dude totally did nothing to discourage me whatsoever, and in fact told me he'll go just slightly (<-lies) shorter and it'll look great.

I don't know why I gave consent.

It was alright for the first day, then I was hoping it'll grow out to be at perfect zone like the previous haircut, but NOPE. Again, I was wrong. It was just a series of bad hair days after.

SHORT HAIR IS SO HARD TO MAINTAIN.

They don't tell you that you gotta blow dry the hair every day if you want it to look good, but nobody got no time for dat I'm busy paying the bills.

Here's me right after my haircut where it was blow-dried, and still relatively easy on the eye. Shocking, but not the worst to come. Taking a photo to remember the trauma.

Then you'd think it'd look like that for the next few months at least, but NOPE.

Here's me on most days after that where I obviously have no time to blowdry my hair:

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Lol ok just kidding, there's no picture because who takes selfies on bad hair days.

Anyway my hair is at the very awkward length now where it's long enough to make me feel hot, but it's too short for me to tie it up and escape this heat. And it's still bad hair days 90% of the time.

I signed up for short hair, not the freaking dedicate-your-life-to-hair-maintenance club. So imma forever keep within the perfect/safe zone from now and not try anything stupid. Because I need it at a length where I can, at the bare minimum, just tie it up on a bad hair day.

And to end off, my dear future self, if you’re thinking of cutting your hair short again, PLEASE DON'T DO IT AGAIN.

You are probably not gonna listen to me.

Carousell: My boyfriend's latest obsession.

Some of my friends really like it when I write about my boyfriend (like here and here), so here's another one after a gazillion years. Enjoy.

So, when school ended a couple of months back, Raph decided to explore the Carousell scene.

He wasn't so sure about a lot of things at first like he kept asking me "Why are all the female sellers on carousell so chio??" etc and I was so confused until I realised he was referring to the girls in the thumbnails of clothes being sold.

And I had to explain to him they were all models from the catalogues that female sellers copied from clothing sites to use as the thumbnails for their clothes it is not the sellers themselves. (if you don't use Carousell you probably won't get this lol but it's okays you will probably get the rest.)

But anyways for the first night he was on the app he was so excited about it and I was kinda annoyed because we didn't have a single real conversation in the car, because I was busy being his personal secretary.

Yes, clients.

Okay maybe I was just slightly impressed jealous because in his first 12 hours on the app, he literally made more than a $100 or something??? Which is a lot of money from selling junk in his house. Like I don't even understand how his stuff gets sold. Because,

1) He sells the weirdest things (it baffles me who would want to buy his KaiKai JiaJia commemorative panda stamp like who even searches for something so strange and specific on Carousell??). 

Examples of some:

Because apparently there are people out there who want gold bar replicas.

 

10 bucks for plane stamps for airmail inception or something.

 

Ok this isn't exactly a weird item it's just funny how he made this ordinary notebook sound so desirable, and how someone actually fell for it. Which leads me to the next point,

2) His item descriptions are also *hilariously* weird. 

Examples of some (brace yourself for lots of "beautiful" items):

I died at this one and as you can see the exclamation marks really work, it got sold. #carouselltips

Ok and the funniest part is that he isn't even trying to be funny he really sincerely means everything he writes in his item descriptions.

Anyway so I was scrolling through his listings the other day laughing/crying to myself when I saw that he'd put up his platypus soft toy for sale. And I love his platypus because it's the cutest thing in his room so I called him and I'm like:

(by the way, weird 'bar of soap'-looking things are supposed to be handphones)

But I complied anyway.

And proceeded with business protocol, because things could not have gotten any weirder.

(The following takes place while we are literally still on the phone with each other sometimes I don't even know what is this relationship)

In the end he sold it to this other guy though. Who needed it more than me so I was cool. Like it was quite a sweet story, apparently this guy's son had a Show And Tell coming up in school (Animal edition) and he wanted to go up and talk about his favourite animal the platypus.

He wanted to bring a toy platypus to the class, but no one sells them in Singapore you have to ship it from Australia or something. So this dad tried looking on Carousell and was so psyched that he actually found this being sold so obviously when a sweet father is trying to make his son happy you can't not sell a platypus to him right??

Anyways,  Raph is seriously on a Carousell roll earning so much money off it he made this joke that he might someday become a full-time carouseller. I was not amused. I just hope he doesn't run out of things to sell in his house and eventually put me up for sale or something.



P.S. Hii. I'll be in Sydney for the next 2 weeks so I'm giving myself a break from posting stuff the next 2 Mondays. I might post still though. I'll see. Depends on my mood. Probably not. I'd rather instagram Kangaroos. If I meet some. Hopefully I get to meet a real-life platypus too and get over the loss of the toy one.

P.P.S. Hi guys thanks for the unexpectedly overwhelming response to this post I am so happy to have made so many of you happy! Also special thanks to Carousell who found the post and decided to be cool and said they'll be sending us some "Carousell swag" soon. I don't really know what that is but I assured them that Raph will not sell it on carousell.

P.P.P.S. By the way, thanks to everyone who pointed out the "plague" error also, it is indeed hilarious I don't know how I missed that out.

P.P.P.P.S. This isn't very related to the post but I thought of this while writing the last P.S., which is that I dont really understand how "P.S. I love you" became a popular romantic book/movie centred around the titular message written in a letter, and how it spawned a wave of hopeless romantics who also started to use that in their love letters too. Because PS = post script = written after you signed off = something important you missed out while writing the actual letter and hence you're still putting it in after you've already concluded it. So in short, "P.S. I love you" is nothing but "Ohya by the way, I love you. Sorry I forgot." How is that even romantic omg can you just rewrite your letter

Was machst du heute?

Art? Music? Magic?

Someone's day?

It's always a wonder learning a different language because I like the sound of sounds and putting them together.

I probably wouldn't intentionally devote time to learning a new language in its fullness though, unless I'm permanently living somewhere that speaks it. I learnt French for a year in Secondary School and it so was hard being unable to practice it, so I stopped. (YES QUITTING EXCUSES #leavemealone)

I've forgotten most of it already, other than being able to fake a relatively legit french accent. Oh I remember being first introduced to French cinema in that language centre. Yay french films.

I feel really thankful to be able to speak more than one language in this country. I love how knowing another language can create this new dimension to everything around you on an average 风和日丽 day-- poetry becomes different, jokes become different, and names become different (so we feel like we become a new person with this new name which is very cool).

And I love how a different language can even give you a fresh perspective when translated to your primary language. And that's kinda what this post is about.

So, I went to Germany for exchange a couple years ago and we took a mandatory German crash course for a month.

One of the common phrases we learnt was: "Was machst du heute?"
which means: "What are you doing today?"

But the word machst also means "making", although in this context generally means "doing". But whenever someone asked me in German "Was machst du heute?", I couldn't help but think,

What am I making today?

It was a lovely question to ponder because I found myself a bit more enthusiastic about life when I began to see all my daily activities as making something rather than just doing them.

I ask myself that question even now (if I remember to haha), especially on days when I don't feel like doing anything. And before I know it I'm writing out new ideas, playing some music, or loving someone.

Because there is nothing quite as impelling as knowing you have been given the present power to make something out of nothing, or make something better, or make someone happy.


What are you making today? :)

Tiny bags.

I have a tiny bag at home. It's super cute, but I hardly use it because I usually have a lot of stuff.

The other day I was pretty sure I didn't need to bring much though, so i carried my tiny bag. Because it was pretty and dainty and completely impracticable but that didn't matter because #fashion. 

It couldn't even fit my wallet. It could fit my phone but that has to be constantly in my hand so that I'm contactable and never bored so yes I was essentially carrying an empty bag around just because it was cute.

I think I put a packet of tissue in there to delude myself that the bag had some purpose, but whatever it's not really a delusion because bringing tissue is important ok.

So on the way to my destination I decided I was thirsty so I bought myself a bottled drink which meant I was holding that + my fat wallet + my phone, while my bag was practically empty.

I looked like a complete fool and I mean I could've gotten a plastic bag from a store to contain my stuff but then everyone would notice the giant ugly plastic bag and defeat the purpose of me carrying the tiny pretty bag. It's like I already made the choice to be impractical (albeit beautiful) so I'd better just stick with my decision yknow.

I think bagmakers are tapping on the conception that mini-anything is cute but they really need to stop making stuff I don't need. 

Oh well guess I learnt a great lesson that day: We should really stop carrying tiny bags forever.

Unless we're super sure we're not gonna buy a bottled drink along the way.