It was 3AM and my moulding brain decides to take hold of a pair of scissors to butcher my fringe. After all, 3AM is the ideal time to decide to cut 3 inches of your fringe off. As for the courage to carry it out, basically my advice would be to not rationalise the situation. Although so, I am in no position to advise anyone seeing as I now look like an 11 year old kid. Joy.

It (fringe) has taken the length of being too long to be swept down as bangs, and too short to be swept sideways. Doesn't help that my hair grows at an incredibly slow rate. Eliminated is the thought of going to a salon to do damage control because so embarrassing wei! What if the hairdresser realises! Maybe I should take damage control in my own hands.

Heh. Before you know it, my fringe would be parallel with the horizon. Then it'd match my waistline. Smart la.Do you think it'd help if I slept more..