The idea of dying my hair never came to my mind before. But the whole family was at a Watson's at Jurong, when my mum spotted a new Garnier hairdye product going at a low introductory price. Brother was looking for dye to re-dye his hair. And I wanted it desperately too. Somehow, I knew there was an inner ah-beng in me. I just knew it. (No offence to people with dyed hair la, but it's my good ol' perceptions at work.)
I was bloooooooody excited about dying my short hair. It was massive adrenaline. From 10pm, the moment I spotted the mild colour I wanted, to 12 o'clock when the hair's done by my mum, it was .. I can't find the word, but it was EXCITING. Sitting on that toilet bowl, smelling a faint, pungent ammonia. I wanted to see how it would turn out, what subjecting myself to a scientific equation, a DIY frenzy would result in. THEN, IT WAS THE MOMENT OF TRUTH. LIKE A SCIENTIST WHO MADE A NEW DISCOVERY, I SIMPLY...
Didn't SEE ANY COLOUR. Damn pissed. Felt like a cheated bug.
The result of cheap products. My brother's came came out slightly red, when the picture clearly had someone with golden hair moving her head ala Den(n?)is Richard(s?). Big disappointment.
STB INTERVIEW: I stood out today because I was severely under-dressed, was the only one without a briefcase, and the one who arrived last when my interview was first. I even had to borrow socks from jianhao who was having his interview at 11 something, because I was just too bochap to wear socks. But the interview was like a joke! The interviewers were SERIOUS, no doubt, but I was crapping my way through like a true-blue Human Geog Essay (maybe that's the good thing about geog). CRAP. They asked about RENT, and IVAN Heng, and Geography. I knew that if there was a geoger around, they would have laughed their heads off. I would have laughed badly too, if I were to see poor friend Helen hiding a giggle or Dawn sniggling as she claps, or Khairul with his pearly whites, Crystal and Shariza with their signature smiles, Erica with the meek grin, and Yin Ren maybe not present(GEOGER GEOGER GEOGER). And the truly incongrous part (think Decline and Fall -what should happen doesn't and what shouldn't happen happens), they were ocassionally nodding in approval, or simply listening with due respect.
On the way to the EDB place, I sat in the car and I REMEMBERED then and only then that, the CRAZY As ARE ACTUALLY OVER! Like a furry, yet spiky, gooey yet balley piece of shit from my anus, that decided to come out and infest me, though it has hibernated in me for so long.
4-4 GATHERING. Watermelon, I will bring, but I won't get cheated anymore this time. Because I bought a bloody (literally because the watermelon was good, red, succulent, and delicious) watermelon at $7.70. I literally did a double take.
DOUBLE TAKE! Reminds me of one of the first few TSD workshops, where the comedy of our good friend Jon Cho shitting in the jungle turned into a physical farce (I remember vaguely). I miss TSD already man, weird rehearsal techniques, PHANTOM OF THE OPERA which on hindsight was damn stupid. I must be seriously out of love to have thought of that script, that SET!, that deep-voiced "CHRISTINE, your HAIR IS SO...."
Didn't mean to spill things about past two years, but I just find myself typing anf typing and typing. Live well.
I was bloooooooody excited about dying my short hair. It was massive adrenaline. From 10pm, the moment I spotted the mild colour I wanted, to 12 o'clock when the hair's done by my mum, it was .. I can't find the word, but it was EXCITING. Sitting on that toilet bowl, smelling a faint, pungent ammonia. I wanted to see how it would turn out, what subjecting myself to a scientific equation, a DIY frenzy would result in. THEN, IT WAS THE MOMENT OF TRUTH. LIKE A SCIENTIST WHO MADE A NEW DISCOVERY, I SIMPLY...
Didn't SEE ANY COLOUR. Damn pissed. Felt like a cheated bug.
The result of cheap products. My brother's came came out slightly red, when the picture clearly had someone with golden hair moving her head ala Den(n?)is Richard(s?). Big disappointment.
STB INTERVIEW: I stood out today because I was severely under-dressed, was the only one without a briefcase, and the one who arrived last when my interview was first. I even had to borrow socks from jianhao who was having his interview at 11 something, because I was just too bochap to wear socks. But the interview was like a joke! The interviewers were SERIOUS, no doubt, but I was crapping my way through like a true-blue Human Geog Essay (maybe that's the good thing about geog). CRAP. They asked about RENT, and IVAN Heng, and Geography. I knew that if there was a geoger around, they would have laughed their heads off. I would have laughed badly too, if I were to see poor friend Helen hiding a giggle or Dawn sniggling as she claps, or Khairul with his pearly whites, Crystal and Shariza with their signature smiles, Erica with the meek grin, and Yin Ren maybe not present(GEOGER GEOGER GEOGER). And the truly incongrous part (think Decline and Fall -what should happen doesn't and what shouldn't happen happens), they were ocassionally nodding in approval, or simply listening with due respect.
On the way to the EDB place, I sat in the car and I REMEMBERED then and only then that, the CRAZY As ARE ACTUALLY OVER! Like a furry, yet spiky, gooey yet balley piece of shit from my anus, that decided to come out and infest me, though it has hibernated in me for so long.
4-4 GATHERING. Watermelon, I will bring, but I won't get cheated anymore this time. Because I bought a bloody (literally because the watermelon was good, red, succulent, and delicious) watermelon at $7.70. I literally did a double take.
DOUBLE TAKE! Reminds me of one of the first few TSD workshops, where the comedy of our good friend Jon Cho shitting in the jungle turned into a physical farce (I remember vaguely). I miss TSD already man, weird rehearsal techniques, PHANTOM OF THE OPERA which on hindsight was damn stupid. I must be seriously out of love to have thought of that script, that SET!, that deep-voiced "CHRISTINE, your HAIR IS SO...."
Didn't mean to spill things about past two years, but I just find myself typing anf typing and typing. Live well.