So, this self-important blog shall begin with a really life-changing statement like: I HAD A HAIRCUT. Not a trim, not shoulder length. A freakin' haircut so short you can see the back of my neck when I don't tie it up kind of haircut. It's so short, I can't even wear a hairband without it flinging out from my hair. Just an exaggeration. Not that it matters.

I feel like an Indonesian maid sometimes, with the cut. Struggled with the hair wax. What the hell am I supposed to do with it? It's not like some sort of innate behavior where when one gets hold of hair wax in their hands, they will automatically style their hair into a messy but ultimately stylish mob of keratin and will be all set for an overnight party in a stranger's bachelor penthouse overlooking the city.

I guess the plus points in getting a really short haircut is that:

(1) I can feel wind on my neck. And the back of my neck. And the front of my neck. You get it?

(2) The horrible acne (possibly caused by the friction from my urgh-ly long hair which used to cover my neck) might FINALLY decide to stop manifesting my face. Hello hormones, will you please stop raging pls. I need to feel sexy for once in my whole entire life and yes acne, I am breaking up with you and I'm not expecting you to break out. Thank you.

(3) I'll be mistaken for a boy, and if the female toilets are full (as they usually are), I can just discretely make my way into the gents. Probably need to bind the boobies and stop wearing eyeliner. Or just grow a mustache.

(4) Apparently, I look taller. I'm guessing it's the long neck. Any longer I can tie in a knot or in a bow, throw them over my shoulder. What am I thinking?

(5) I can't think of reason #5. Oh right, no split ends. Yay?

Time to get a social life, loser

Huda