To bang or not to bang?

I have been seriously considering cutting my hair lately, in particular getting a fringe. But there's a hitch: I hate having hair on my face getting in my eyes. And summer is coming which means I'll want to keep my face as clear as possible as well. Sigh. Maybe for next autumn I'll get bangs then. I totally rocked the blunt fringe when I was little; the bowl cut was the little Chinese girl haircut de rigueur. (Dammit I was going to put a photo of me when I was little up but my scanner isn't working :()

hair inspiration

You know what else I've been doing with Jo gone? Facebook stalking. Basically I looked up everyone I went to primary school with. Let me say that it is HIGHLY entertaining looking at how my friends - with whom I completely lost contact with after leaving school - have grown up, what university they are going to, etc. It's amazing to see the gawky kids I went to school with transformed into young men and women. Of course, they'd be surprised at how much I'd changed as well.

I changed primary school in grade 5 because my family moved, and I still feel cheated over it. I had great friends at my first school, knew everybody, and the move made me go into my shell so much in a manner which I believe shaped my character in profound ways. It didn't help that whilst my first school was as multicultural as it could get (and didn't have a set uniform and didn't have religious education), the suburb to which we moved didn't have any Asians around in a 5km radius, I kid you not. It was awkward. Try being not only the new kid, but the new CHINESE kid in a school made up completely of Caucasians who probably had never met a real Chinese person (that sounds so racist but I suspect it is true). Regardless, the kids at my new school were very nice but suffice to say after a couple of feeble attempts at keeping contact once we'd graduated, when my family moved yet again for me to be closer to my high school, that contact petered out.

So, now I can reopen these channels of communication which facebook has so kindly facilitated - or I can do nothing. Incidentally it's interesting to note that while many from my first primary school have facebooks (or any other internet space), few from my second school do, unless they went to a private school (like I did). Take that how you will. I think I will contact some of those old lost friends - it will be interesting (or humiliating) to know whether they remember me, have thought of me over the years as I have of them, or outright reject me. Fun fun.

Lastly why do people insist on writing like this online? "tat looks sik, sexc on u" wtf is it that hard to write in full correctly spelt words? For crying out loud.

- S