Korean Hair

Yesterday I was really desperate and so I went to get my hair cut at Novena Square 2. There were two saloons but one drew me in. The decor of the place was kind of like a home and it had Jap-looking posters on the outside. When I asked the guy how much it would cost to get my hair cut, he asked his colleague. It was then that I realised that he didn't understand English and I was rather taken aback.

From the moment he cut my hair till the end where he styled it, he only said two English words, "short" and "shampoo". However I enjoyed the experience tremendously, despite it being a little rushed. He said, with the help of his colleague, that my hair was sticking out at weird angles. He also used a hair straightener (the first time in my life) before styling my hair.

I have been quite promiscuous with saloons (not hairdressers) of late. I haven't been back to the same one since... I don't remember when! But I enjoyed myself and I like this hair. Thankfully I got approval from fellow friends, although my colleagues all laughed when they saw me after that!

What Am I To Do

The cyclic nature of work is comforting at times yet disturbing at others. It would be fun if every day was different but I doubt I'd be able to deal with a new challenge every day.

I'm thinking of becoming an air steward, a teacher, a tuition teacher, a camp counselor, a PR practitioner, an events manager.

There's this sickening to have to balance money between instant gratification and saving it for the future. I'm just a 23-yo-kid and I want to have fun.

I have a future where there'd be people I can depend on, but I'd have to find my way on my own.

I don't understand how I've lost my ability to plan. Now I take things a day at a time.

I need to get my hair cut.

Blake Lewis is awesome.

AltLife S01E11 - The Oscar Goes To

I was dragging my feet, tired from waking up early for a swim. I finally reached the house, rang the bell and was greeted by a guy shady-looking guy in a cap.

"Hey Bobby."

"Morning," he said, with his eyes still not completely open.

"What's with the cap? You look kuku!"

"My hair looks even more kuku."

Shaking my head, I walked up the stairs, panting from the heat with every step. He raced past me with energy that was unusual for a sleepy person. When I entered the room, he was already seated with the air-con on. He had a ridiculously smug look on his face, as if he'd won a race up the stairs.

Opening his bottle, he took a swig of water as if it was beer. It was then that everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The cap slipped from his hand and onto his thigh. He looked really desperate to pick it up but in that desperation, the bottle cap slipped from his thigh and onto the floor. In his attempt to stop it from reaching the floor, he bent over to catch it. The lucky guy managed to catch the bottle cap but in the process, his other hand holding the bottle tilted at such a ridiculous angle that all the water spilled on the floor.

It was the funniest thing I ever seen. I wanted to laugh but controlled myself, thinking that it would probably have been rather mean. Instead I faced the door and pounded it with my fist, closed my eyes and shook my head at his silliness.

"You know, if the Oscars had awards for best comedy actor, I would totally nominate you."

Snapping out from his shock, Bobby ran out of the room and returned with a cloth to wipe up the mess.

Staring at him in amusement, I had no doubt that he was awake and ready for work.

Supperclub

Supperclub yesterday was awesome. It was my first time there and I really liked the layout! It was spacious and cool. The one free drink sucked though. There was really too much ice and the drink was non-existent.

The music was top-notch. From the time I was there till the time I left (at around 2AM) it was non-stop-hits. It played the best stuff in recent times. I got really crazy during Telephone and Bad Romance. It has become "tradition" for me to get crazy. I know I draw more than my fair share of laughs but it's better than to stand there awkwardly or sway side to side.

When I'm on the dance floor, I lose it.

I was high from the music. I had an impulse to club because I needed an escape. Everything's so monotonous and I feel that days just pass, merging into one another until I couldn't tell one from the other.

I can't club every day though. Just need to find other, bigger distractions.

Giraffe

It is 12:05 and I am slightly high but I must get this out of my system.

Thank you Nessie, Qiqi, Melvin and Yueting for going out with me today. It was an awesome dinner and an even more awesome session for drinks at Giraffe. I swear I thought it was damn atas and I would've never set foot in there if not for you guys. Because it is worth spending money when I am out with you all. (Kimvy agrees)

As usual 50% of the drunkardness was came from me. I am proud that two beers made me so high. I save! For the same amount of money I get infinitely greater amounts of high. I sang as Mariah would when Phil Collins' Take A Look At Me Now was playing. It was a great moment, but the singing, well, not that good. Also there were talks of pole dancing and coming.

This is probably the highlight of the week but I will practise some rationality and go to sleep now because I have work tomorrow. But we must do this again some time.

Suju

And so yesterday, funnily enough, Ness and I were chatting on MSN. I hardly ever go on MSN any more because I don't really want to face the computer that much after work. She asked me to join this contest, which I knew existed but I was confused by the e-mail. But I am a good friend so I joined it, just as it was about to close. I told her I was feeling lucky and that I would get it.

As luck would have it my name is the first on the list. I think it is something to be proud of. And as a sign of my undying friendship (amongst many other things) I have decided to give both the tickets to Ness because she is very awesome. I won't be able to make it because of tuition and other commitments any way. A coach and hotel to see a Korean boyband in KL sounds like a real adventure. I'm sorry sorry that I have to miss it.

I'm really excited for her though and I know she is terribly excited. It is going to be really awesome and I can't wait for her to return and tell us about her adventure. Although I'm sure her recounting the event would probably be made up of more squeals and exclamations than actual words but well... it certainly brightened up my day when she er, shared her happiness with me today just cos me and Nessie won the tickets for her! Hahaha...

In other news I lost 50 dollars. I don't know how it happen. It's really an FML moment. But I guess that's life's checks-and-balance for you. Balance out my karma/luck. I'm quite pissed about that. But oh well. I hope the person who stole it can't sleep at night. Or has a Miley CD played in his head 24/7 till he dies of her voice. Whichever.

What's This Psycho Saying

I wanted to write something funny about Jack Neo but it refuses to come out. I hate this "I-wanna-write-but-I-can't-write" feeling. Maybe the feeling was long gone. I should've written in the thick of the drama. Now I just stare blankly at the notes that I wrote on the subject and I feel uninspired.

Whining about how difficult it is to write does not make a good blog entry.

Sometimes I feel like I should be living in another place at another time. I don't know if it's a wish to break out from my somewhat monotonous existence or I just need a good kick from an external source.

It's so easy to lose track of goals, visions and the "ideal life" when you're so caught up in so much. I just want to keep myself busy so that I don't have to face up to the big picture.

In the past I used to be so caught up by the big picture.

Now it's too "one-step-at-a-time".

I'm rambling. Thank you for your time.

Nessie Bond

Jason: Has boarded freaking train so make your exits from e building.

Nessie: has exited building.

Jason: So james bond of you.

Nessie: do not mistake me for james bond. i am paul. nessie paul.

Jason: Very well paul. I've arrived. Location?

Nessie: i will go there to find you. liao has last-minute business to attend to.

Jason: Inform liao that she is fired.

Nessie: roger that. see you in 5.

Jason: Make haste. With great power comes great responsibility.

Nessie: the location of our meeting place is a great distance away.

Jason: Use the force. You must unlearn what you have learned. There is no distance. There is only you and the place. Gotham's fate lies in your hands.

AltLife S01E10 - Restricted Audience Only

I love logarithms. It's something about solving it 10 steps ahead of everybody else that gives me the thrill of doing it. And so I was patiently teaching Bobby and laughing at him in the process.

"See, it's wrong! You should've done it this way!" I said haughtily as I rushed to scribble the correct answer on the paper.

"Eh, but you're wrong," Bobby protested.

"What rubbish!" I retorted, with a hint of uncertainty. I stared at the question again only to realise that I copied it wrongly.

"The words are too small! How am I supposed to see all the base of the logs when they look like ants," I said in defense, cancelling my writings hurriedly.

"If the words are big then it would take up more pages and the worksheet would be very thick."

"Nonsense ok, they could've done away with all this space and have it printed this big," I bitched, gesturing an inch with my thumb and index finger.

"No cannot! Then the words would be so big and the questions would be jumping out at you like DO ME DO ME DO ME!" shouted Bobby. My eyes widened.

"That sounds damn wrong!," I said, pausing for effect. "Why not you tell your girlfriend that?"

"..."

With a look of disgust and defeat, he continued solving his A Maths questions.

Smile Before the Storm

A small smile before being pelted relentlessly by unforgivingly painful paintballs.

Paintball Virgin

Bruises. One on my right upper arm, two on my left shoulder, one on my side, two on my inner thigh and one on my butt.

All in the name of paintball. I was apprehensive because I didn't want to end up being a target board. However I was equally excited at the prospect of shooting. Something. Anything. Guys and their toys.

So I had the opportunity to havoc with my colleagues at Bottle Tree Park. I'm not good at shooting. I'm good at hiding. But hiding isn't much use especially when it wasn't a spy mission! I have crazy, trigger-happy colleagues who are pretty good with guns. If they weren't it'd be kinda difficult to feel safe at night but... I'm beating around the bush.

I was the only one in army No.4, which made me an awesome, outstanding target. During the last round I was like, "Fuck it, I'm going to go out there and snatch that flag!" And that was when I got all those bruises. Thankfully on my second try I managed to touch the flag. It would've been pathetic if I didn't.

It was really intense. When you're in the game, panting behind the mask, two metres feel like the other end of the world. With the paintballs bursting around me, it actually required me to abandon common sense to come out of my hiding place and fire back. All that split-second decision making, running, shooting... it was just crazy, awesome, stupid fun.

Yes, it was hell fun and I want to do it again some time.

Preferably with friends who do not have such good aim.

Kbox Monday

Music healed my soul on Monday. Although I'm not sure Bottle Pop is considered a song.



I do not know what to say other than we sang many oldies, I danced like crazy and the air con was not on.

Oh yes, and this:



I have funny friends.

Go Go Power Ranger

Snuffed

The gang was out in full force to support Ros' on her second hall play as playwrite - Snuffed.

Everyone agreed that this one was better than the previous one. The way that the information was leaked throughout the play made it interesting and engaging. The start was a little slow but when the momentum built up, there wasn't a moment where they lost it and let it down. Some of the scenes were a tad transparent in their purpose but that was probably because I've had a tiny bit of experience in writing.

The acting was really strong too. Admirable efforts from everyone in the cast... it was really much better than I expected. I especially liked Aunty Cheong and Tony. Some might find Jolene's character somewhat stoned but I thought it was a very realistic portrayal. Overall I found all the characters very endearing and was rooting for all of them.

All I wanted was a really sick ending (because Ros wrote it). And Nessie and I came up with a sick ending that was what Ros' wanted initially! So I was a small bit disappointed. Another thing was that there was that the use of stage space (I forgot the term) was a tad uninspiring.

After that we went drinking and I was very high. You guys are just... awesome.