I once read "the picture of Dorian Gray" of Oscar Wilde, while either sitting in my mud-hut or sitting in a crowded bus with human's odor and earthly purfume of the african soil in Africa. Hot season in Sub-Sahara, at time, can be unbareable and little access to water, I was stink of most of my days, without mirrow, or proper washed, I found it was ironic and humourous reading this story.
I also found how true it was for all of us. The Vanity that lives within me and all of us.
confession: i don't like fake blondes. this is purely for the fact that i am a natural blonde. a fading natural blonde - it gets darker every year, lighter in the summer, but darkens every winter(LONG winters - i've spend a lot of time in the US NE).
still i am a natural blonde with natural highlights and when people ask me 'who does your highlights?' i am proud to say 'no one, they're all me!' this makes me unique.
my friend's roommate is one of those $300-an-hour hair dressers and when i asked him a question about my hair he looked, felt it and said 'oh my god, virgin hair! i don't remember the last time i got to touch virgin hair!' to him, this made me prettier (which is what it's all about, right?). but to most, a blonde is a blonde is a blonde.
so when others are able to replicate with a bottle what only 2% of us worldwide have naturally, i guess i feel a little jilted.
like the guy who saved up his whole life to go to egypt, gets a great picture taken in front of the pyramids, then heads back to hoboken and sees that his friend has also been to the pyramids... via photoshop.
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I once read "the picture of Dorian Gray" of Oscar Wilde, while either sitting in my mud-hut or sitting in a crowded bus with human's odor and earthly purfume of the african soil in Africa. Hot season in Sub-Sahara, at time, can be unbareable and little access to water, I was stink of most of my days, without mirrow, or proper washed, I found it was ironic and humourous reading this story.
I also found how true it was for all of us. The Vanity that lives within me and all of us.
Cheers
It was casual, and I was fine with that, until the morning after when I found myself disconsolately eating a muffin.
Casual sex was one thing; casual sex that made me sulk until I ate baked goods for comfort was quite another.
Rather than get fat, I called it off.
confession: i don't like fake blondes. this is purely for the fact that i am a natural blonde. a fading natural blonde - it gets darker every year, lighter in the summer, but darkens every winter(LONG winters - i've spend a lot of time in the US NE).
still i am a natural blonde with natural highlights and when people ask me 'who does your highlights?' i am proud to say 'no one, they're all me!' this makes me unique.
my friend's roommate is one of those $300-an-hour hair dressers and when i asked him a question about my hair he looked, felt it and said 'oh my god, virgin hair! i don't remember the last time i got to touch virgin hair!' to him, this made me prettier (which is what it's all about, right?). but to most, a blonde is a blonde is a blonde.
so when others are able to replicate with a bottle what only 2% of us worldwide have naturally, i guess i feel a little jilted.
like the guy who saved up his whole life to go to egypt, gets a great picture taken in front of the pyramids, then heads back to hoboken and sees that his friend has also been to the pyramids... via photoshop.
my hair is my egypt.
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