On The Road Back To Black...

More like Brown rather than black, but it sounds better as a title, ya think?

Yes, about 3 weeks back, I went from blonde to pink to brown. And now, it's fading... I'm just tired of pumping in more colour into my hair... although, I must, in order to maintain the distinction between artsy and ah-lian.

What have my days been up to? I don't really know... they seem to forge a life of their own, and carry on without me. I woke to find, that I had been left behind. My days went on without me as I skipped along the dotted side lines.

So, dreary outlooks for this month... a lot of things that I wanted to do, seem to be very far off and almost impossible. I'm seeing a different side of all the things I used to hold dear.. No more 'La vie en rose'... more of 'la vie en noir'...

I guess it's the growing up and settling down. Sounds so oxymoronical, but, deep down inside me, I refuse. I REFUSE. I refuse to do so. Some people don't understand, and they shake their heads and wag their tongues. Just because I don't want to grow up doesn't mean I'm want to be childish. I want to remain child-like - there's a difference. Just because I refuse to settle down doesn't mean I am not grounded and mature. I just don't want to get boring and mundane.

Life is out there for the taking! If only you would understand. It's not always about the bills and the dust and the cleaning up and the chores. There's more to life than just the roof above our heads. Why do you think conversation has come to an absolute standstill? Because there is nothing to say. You want me to come home straight away. And so I do. Therefore, only facing the possible activities available in the house, which, you mostly spend your time doing as well.

Maybe, soon, I'll get wobbly knees and a Michael-Jackson-concert-fervour the next time we get a new Hoover or a set of new curtains.

Birthday's coming up... I should put those candles to good use. *wish*