Once in awhile the mad urge bubbles up again.
Every time after some emotional happenings,
I will always want to cut my hair.
To me it has a significant meaning to it.
Cutting my hair releases the burden.
It means to start anew again.

So far I have been holding myself back.
Just so as to achieve my long time dream.
Which is to get that long tresses back. ha ha!
But it still disturbs me.
I still feel like doing something drastic.
So today I bought that hair dye!
And I'm still not giving up the idea of the tattoo.
But that needs to take awhile.
I need to save some moolahs.

Today my Sunday turned awry.
All because of the friggin' piece of technology.
If I could choose, I would rather life without it.
I could have just smashed the damn iPad for all I care.
If they talked again as though nothing happened.
Seriously, I might just blow up at them.

November: the month of quarrels and black faces.
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