I just washed off the dye from my hair. It’s purple underneath now. Not fluorescent awful purple. Nice chic dark purple that is obvious under (not necessarily glaring) light. At least it’s not a faded-red-to-brown jeng ass colour anymore. 
It just so happened Mooky, Ashley, and i were wearing baby blue today in Coffeebean 1U. Big Ben was with us too. Us two girls had another stupid argument against ben and mooky. It was about ponies AGAIN!! (if you missed out the ‘pony’ saga on friendster, i’m too lazy to type it all out here). AGAIN AFTER ALL those MONthS of people telling them there ARE such things as ponies they still would NOT fucking accept it! in FACT, here are some intelligent facts they came up with!! (please note my frustration and tearing out of purple hair here): 1. Donkeys are retarded horses (ok this was quite funny) 2. Ponies will grow up to be horses when they’re ready 
Ash and i then tried to tell them that ponies to horses are like mice to rats. i.e. they are smaller and different versions of species of the latter. But no. That failed too! whYYY!?!! cos they THINK THAT little white mice actually BECOME rats!!! EARHGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!
*pants*
On a different note, Aaron and were talking bout me with a shaved head. He said it would be wildly unattractive. Me, being a fightingcock had to retaliate with reasons how fabulous i would be with it. I could wear a wig when i was bored or ‘wanted’ a hairstyle.What MORE, i can safely take cabs at night and noone would want to rape me. Than he said, ‘you think cab drivers don’t rape ugly people?’ And i said, well it’s not that i would be ‘ugly’ but i would be freaky so they wouldn’t wanT to. Futhermore, i will look like i have cancer and which cab driver would want to rape a person with a terminal disease?! *one raised eyebrow*
yay. i win.
