pinky promise?

Life had been "too simple" I decided to make it complicated.

By adding unnecessary ruffles and frills.

Lord, give me the simple life.

Or any other life you want me to live.

And I’ll try not to decorate it along the way.

Pinky promise.

at least.

at least

i found a reason to smile.

at least

i knew you for awhile.

at least

you'll always be a friend.

It's going to be a minty big day.

When I told some of my friends that I had chosen my wedding colors to be mint and baby pink, some of them retorted that it doesn’t seem very… Us. 

Apparently we’re serious people who’d pick something more conventional and sophisticated like blue hues for example. The question is, Are We?

I think we’ve managed to fool people into thinking we are. Quite a quirky pair we are really. 

The Fiancé gave me full privilege to pick the wedding colors, style and theme; he only wanted to be in charge of the food. I didn’t want severe colors since I wanted the guests to have fun, and not take the wedding too seriously (not that they should take it too lightly either). I also didn’t want anything too vivid – that leaves out turquoise and fuchsia. Neither did I want solemn colors like gray or deep blue. I don’t really like purple, so I ventured into the green tones. For the flowers, red gerberas are calling out to me.

I wanted a retro wedding, but The Fiancé doesn’t fancy it too much. He would go as far as wearing a pair of Converse instead of dress shoes but nothing too kooky.  So I tweaked one of the theme colors a little, and we’ve settled with…

Mint and Dark Brown (with a touch of Red for gerbera daisies.) Yep, like mint chocolate chip ice cream.

Summer hair.

Some days I just don't feel like blogging deep/profound stuff. On these kind of days I ditch my other blog and traverse here.

So let’s talk about HAIR today. Yes, that mane of glory on and around your pretty head. 

I had been growing my hair out since January this year for no particular reason. In the winter months it seems like there’s less reason to go for a haircut. I use them as a scarf sometimes. 

But lately, the temperature has been steadily soaring and I have been feeling the consequences. SUMMER is definitely here. I suddenly want the mop of hair gone; chopped. Due to the sheer mass and length of hair, it has been droopy and sad-looking. Not to mention the amount of shampoo it requires. 

Unable to take it anymore I marched into one of the cheaper salons in NYC and told them I wanted a trim. The cut itself only cost $12, plus an extra $3 for wash. I love a good wash before my cut, and don’t mind shelling out a few bucks for that. I could do with some head massage too especially since I have been interning 5 days a week, waking up at 6:30 every morning to get there by 9-ish.

After the hairstylist finished his magic, I was shocked to see a good 4 inches had been hacked off. I hadn’t been paying attention to how much he cut off because I kinda didn’t care how my hair would turn out. I just wanted the weight off and did not give him much direction as to how I wanted it. I got up from the seat and glanced down to see how much hair he cut off. 

It was A LOT of hair. Enough to make a wig with.

I had to keep looking at my reflection for proof I still had hair on my head because I felt bald, botak, in a good way. He did exactly what I wanted, albeit a little too short.

What else can I say - I'm ready to brave the 100F temperature now.