I'm swearing by Gatsby Hair Wax, and frequent trips to Storm hair salon from now onwards.
Because I'm loving my hair now.
Revolutionary discoveries from -xp-
- TJ PE shorts make a big ass look smaller.
- Abs don't really matter to me anymore.
- God is fair, its the shorter guys that really have the oh-so-gorgeous! looks.
- Food is therapeutic on down days.
I've never really felt young until I ventured into university life. Everyone else, apart from the '85 batch girls, is 20 and above. Goodness gracious. I've suddenly ran out of topics to discuss with friends, simply because I wasn't sure whether they could bring themselves down to my level of thinking, or rather, my immaturity. At least, that's what I think because..that's exactly how I feel. Argh.
And yet when I look at those little kids out there, secondary/JC level, I feel like an old grandmother. The irony of it when I'm only a year or two older than them.
I hate this transition period, really. My mum is trying (not so successfully) to adapt to me going out more often, late nights, and accumulated friends. And other problems, which..just happen to pile up on this major "mum" problem. What to do?
I suppose I can't keep blaming my mum. She's naturally protective of her only child, her only daughter. *sigh*
Because I'm loving my hair now.
Revolutionary discoveries from -xp-
- TJ PE shorts make a big ass look smaller.
- Abs don't really matter to me anymore.
- God is fair, its the shorter guys that really have the oh-so-gorgeous! looks.
- Food is therapeutic on down days.
I've never really felt young until I ventured into university life. Everyone else, apart from the '85 batch girls, is 20 and above. Goodness gracious. I've suddenly ran out of topics to discuss with friends, simply because I wasn't sure whether they could bring themselves down to my level of thinking, or rather, my immaturity. At least, that's what I think because..that's exactly how I feel. Argh.
And yet when I look at those little kids out there, secondary/JC level, I feel like an old grandmother. The irony of it when I'm only a year or two older than them.
I hate this transition period, really. My mum is trying (not so successfully) to adapt to me going out more often, late nights, and accumulated friends. And other problems, which..just happen to pile up on this major "mum" problem. What to do?
I suppose I can't keep blaming my mum. She's naturally protective of her only child, her only daughter. *sigh*