anatomy: hair

hi. i can't remember what crap happened recently for me to think about the topic of hair. now, may i add that my laptop is ripping my CD but it's vibrating violently. does it hate SMAP that much? -.-

so, hair. yes. marvelous hair...i think this topic has something to do with Katamari. the King of All Cosmos was talking about some kinda hair...when he decided that the Prince was too young to understand and that it was to obscene for him to know. hahhh.

(have you come across people who hold this dialogue with you?
You: ugh i'm dropping hair...
Someone: what hair?



yes you can bet $1 that i'm probably that someone.)

now, this is a thought i have wondered for quite long... considering that our society now bangs on smooth, hairless skin, much defying nature's law, what were the ladies of the past like? if i'm not wrong, artists of the past were pretty honest; they slapped masses of black furballs at the shy reserved ulu corner called the armpit. and the 春宫画 of the past slapped the forest at funny places too. ignore what i just said.

i think this topic also came about when i was having this convo with Liz.

Me: why so mah fan? just wear shorts lah.
Liz: you think i'm like you meh? reveal leg hair to the world.
Me: you where got hair???
Liz: ...

(i imagine she'll punch me for writing this dialogue on my blog.)

but serious, what HAIR? honestly speaking, i have little hair on my legs. but the kind of stuff that arises from my leg hair is this...

Random Auntie: Ah boy! come and try this food out... *looks up* OH SO SORRY!!

fine. so i have legs that resemble that of a man's and my leg hair is strangely messy despite its low quality.

now i have always been pretty slow when it comes to issues relating to growing up (mentally or physically). the two incidents that got me pretty self aware were two very insignificant issues... ... ok not very insignificant.

Pri Classmate: hey hey hey, i ask you something
Me: ?
Pri Classmate: do you have armpit hair???
Me: .... #*&(#@&*# what if i don't and what if i do???
Pri Classmate: AHAH! judging from your reaction, YOU DO. HAHAHA. AHHA.

idiot.

then, some years later.

Me: *raises hand to rest on wooden block on top...* <--???
Two Friends: OH MY GAWD HAIR HAHAHA

...idiots.

so, these two pretty insignificant issues planted the seed of fear of raising my hands. you see, one of my goals was to remain au naturale for my entire life, and that includes preserving all parts possible. bet you didn't want to know that. but these two incidents were pretty ... hmm what can i say. well!

i don't think you want to know what happened after that. it's not something just anyone can stomach. LOL.

so, i forward it to something more decent, but not by much.

there are a few reasons why i don't go swimming. first, i can't swim. no, rather than can't, it's more like i won't. i feel uncomfortable trying to swim in a place full of people. i don't like to bob my head underwater and i dislike wearing swim suits. yes. that is the major reason. swim suits.

now i bet your brain is scanning info faster than i am typing this. yes. link it... swim suits and hair.

two stories (once again) have tainted my idea of swim suits paired with hair. the first is a stupid joke my mother used to tell me:

Two women went to buy swim suits. One of them changed into a swim suit and asked, "How do I look in this?" The other woman smiled, "You look wonderful!" But she suddenly frowned, "This swim suit is badly tailored! Let me get rid of the bad sewing." And when she did, the first woman cried in pain.

seriously, wtf was my mother telling to a primary school kid???

the second is a real life incident. i was not present. but when i heard the story, it's super ..erh... i don't know how to put it.

Recount: I was swimming and this friend came rushing down. She was struggling so I tried to help her--but I came face to face with her black forest...

GOOD GOD. from then on the phrase black forest became eternally taboo. hahahhahahaa.

the last is not very important. someone told me about a comic artist who drew in her "after comic column" a short comic of her cutting her shy hair when she realised she accidentally shaved her curious hair at the bottom. k. either that's open-mindedness or just terrorism in this new age. (this artist draws ridiculously lame gay comics.)

hahhhh! i think that's enough hair for you. you grow one step closer to understanding me. NEXT! oh shit i forgot to upload my singing. whatever. i wanna talk about my favourite cartoon next! : DDD