Lion Head

Well, this week have been a real roller-coaster ride for me. Dreams, reality, half truth and half lies, anticipation. Let me start with my dream first. It doesn't help that the Studio Comm meeting in school ended with all of us trying to contribute to name our club. We wanted something unique, something fresh, something that doesn't sound "club"bish. Here's a few.

1. Stereo Gestapo
2. Fresh
3. Igetlaid
4. AVA Club (audio visual academy)
5. The Fifi and Gerard Extraveganza

I kinda like the Stereo Gestapo. It has a nice ring to it. Ok, then, went to Timbre to watch EIC play for a while and met Jean and Audrey, who were working in the arts scene. Happening. Talked about politics, movies and football. So all of us rushed home to watch Barcelona against Arsenal. Sigh, I felt injustice was done on Arsenal. They deserved to win more. I think I might be an Arsenal fan not because of any of the players but more of the passion and teamwork that I simply share with the team. And so I slept and soon wandered off into Lalaland. This is how football and the Studio Comm meeting contributed to my dream.

I dreamt about being placed on the ledged by evil people (must be the Gestapos, the STEREO GESTAPOS). Hanging by the ledge, lying down, facing up and knowing that any wrong move would be the end of your favourite Ja. But one person gave me and advice to just slide my way against the wall just right behind me so that I can sit upright. I can't believe it when it was Ronaldinho (this I don't have to explain right?) who told me that. Lol. And so I did. It worked. But on a brief note, it really amazes me on how real the feeling of dying, the feeling of fear. It's so surreal.

Then, I was this was the best part. After managing to escape from the clutches of the Stereo Gestapos, or so I thought, I found myself in a lab, with evil scientists wearing white robes and looking at me with evil stares. They grabbed my precious Vespa pendant and threw it into the test-tube under the bunsen burner. I was too scared to remove it. Didn't know why. I can't bear to see it melt into pure iron. Guess who came to the rescue? Ronaldinho again. I swear, he was like my hero. He grabbed the pendant from the hot test-tube (swoosh!) and gave it to me before leaving without saying a word. Haha. Truly, like Spiderman.

Ok. My dream. Next. I went to Zouk to work for a free pair of Camp Comedy tickets. I'm dying to do something different for a change. I've seen Kumar performed at Hard Rock before and I'm dying to see him does his stuff again. He really slams the Chinesee, the Malays, the Indians and of course, the Eurasians. He doesn't care and if people in that room is affected by what he says, he'll slam you too. My advice. Laugh and don't make stupid comments. I wanna hear him again but hopefully with new materials.

Ok. My Camp Comedy. Next. I was looking at Incubus frontman's hair and yearn to have his kinda locks. SOoooo.... I went to the hair salon and showed her the pic. I specifically told her that I want THIS hairstyle. She said, you want full body perm or not? Wait a minute, which part of Brandon Boyd's hair is permed? I repeated, "I want my hair like this" She said ok. Great. She got the idea. Little did I know that I was going to go through what every Tai Tais and most housewives experiences.

First, washed the hair. Then, she sprayed smelly liquid on my hair. Eww. Then, she used the curlers and curled up my hair and cilped them nicely. I began to look like swiss rolls except that it is on my hair. That was not the worst thing a man could ever go through. Then, she put those big spaceship heater cum thingy over my head. Alien steamer. Yes! It was freaking HOT!!! Steamyyyy. My head was like baking I tell ya. Nevermind. I just want a cool looking hair. A lil pain won't hurt.

When she took out the curlers, TADAAA!!!!! IT WAS CURLY!!!!! @#$@*%^@#_^#@%@^_$@(@^%_)$%(. This ain't Brandon Boyd's hair! She kinda reassured me that we need to wash it first then it'll look better. Phew... Hope. Washed. TADAAAAA!!! It's still THE FREAKING SAME!!! @)#@%^@#^(@^. I gasped in my heart. As I look in the mirror, I was trying to do some damage control to my hair. Now, it looks like a lion head, not as big as an afro but I have a mane now.

Talking about bad hair days. I know many of you are dying to see my hair now. Some managed to grab a glimpse. My straight hair is now kinda curly instead of wavy. Now I really can't wait for my hair to grow really long so that we can alter it. For now, I just want to rearrange my hair cuz I know I can do magic with it.

I became a songwriter because I hate some songs out there. Ya know what, I should be a hairdresser because some people just don't get the picture. Pun intended.

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