Asinine hair curled up due to too much tying during school days. It looks like a combination of really bad flyaways and static, as well as dried hay. Except that the dried hay in question is brown, not a lovely blonde.

Pissed off. Invested so much in my hair and yet the rebonding job can't even keep it straight! Well, I guess the adage about your hair being a representative of who you are is true...my hair is the most dratted, stubborn, spoilt princess with split ends and twisted thinking. However, it's softer due to the conditioner I put on everyday.

ROAR.

I guess I'd have to wait till June to do another one...I shall go at 10 a.m. this time so there'll be more time for them to put on the neutrealiser. Either that, or go to some auntie in Jurong West (according to some forums her fee is $70 and the rebonded hair remains straight for AGES).

Okay. Enough about hair. Let's talk about equally annoying things...like siblings.

I am convinced that my little sister is a hellion in disguise. And I am equally sure that I won't be having kids anytime soon, because instead of being nuturing I'd probably kill them happily. With torture devices devised (ooh, don't you just love the alliteration and rhyme here?).

That bloody brat broke a mickey-moused shaped pencil my aunt from America gave me (and considering how I don't get to see my aunt much, i.e. only about 2 or 3 times for every decade, and the last time I saw her was at her wedding), that pencil is meaningful.

AND THAT BRAT BROKE IT! ROAR!

Instead of telling me, you know what that conniving little pestilence did? She attempted to scotch-tape the broken pieces together and leave it lying innocently, while pouting that I don't give her enough care/concern/chocolates.

I'll give you care and concern, my dear. I'll give a lot of care and concern over your funeral proceedings and strategise a bloodless way to kill you without getting caught, while simultaeneously delivering a lot of pain. As for chocolates...Hmm... I guess I can drown you in them/ after torturing you extensively with military punishment and mental tests, I'll tie you down in some stinky place in Malaysia (or anyplace that has rats), coat you with chocolate and film you getting eaten alive by starving rats/animals/ants. Hey, that's not a bad idea. I'll keep splashing her with ice-cold water/injecting adrenalin into her so she'll be concious throughout the whole process. Then I'll film down the whole process, edit some parts digitally/introduce some visual/sound effects, then sell it to some horror movie film maker, and get rich. Yay me. I will then make friends with the most powerful and buy off the rest who don't like me. Hee hee hee. Then I'll be powerful AND rich!

Unfortunately, the above scene comprises entirely of my abundant (and violent) imagination. Nah, I won't do that, that's reserved for my enemies. I'll maybe break a finger or two, while giving her a joker's grin (i.e. slit her cheeks from the corner of her lips to make it wider, making it extremely painful for her, whether her mouth is closed or open). Let's not forget the scarring! That would deal with the naggy chatterbox nature of hers.

Sigh. The above scenario is also not possible. Let's see whether I can sabotage her future and not feel guilty.

Nevermind, I can't come up with non-violent possibilities. I'll wait. I'll scheme (and seethe) and wait.

All this over a pencil, I know. But consider it payback for all the things she's irked me in.

I am probably demented and insane.