dear next person,

the next person who tells me my hair is reddish brownish, or in other words, not suitable for school,

i will drive a 10 inch long needle with spikes through your heart and twist it 720 degrees until you scream that my hair is so natural, the green rivers of singapore cannot compare more.
then i will not take that needle with spikes out, but shall walk away satisfied while you stare on weirdly at me and wonder what i have been fantasising about for the past 20 seconds.

if you happen to be a teacher, please kindly note that my profuse apologies and polite smiles are fake and i am infinitely cursing you deeeeep in my heart to clear the singapore waters to blue again, beats hell, that job.
if you happen to read this, and i deny it when im present in front of you that i am cursing you, please note that that is, also, untrue for i cannot apologise for trying my GREENISH HARDEST to turn my oh so natural black hair BLACKER THAN THE BLACKS OF GLASS.
so if i deny to your face that i am cursing you, im sorry but i'll be lying.
i shall plead you to be content with false apologies and smiles that i cringe out so hard.

unless you are my dearest beloved mr tong, i will be truly sorry and rush home immediately to shave my head to ensure that there is not trace of NATURAL BLACK left to tarnish the school's freaking bad image.

i am content with my ranting.
please do ignore me and continue your
emoing/joyfulness/whatever you were doing that does not involve the breakage of hair bonds

ugh i willl chop off 15 cm of my hair this year.
willlllll.