a sixth sense cannot make up for a complete lack of common sense
the resident
-best known as May Ching-
-09/01/1990-
-19 years 1.2 months-
-mugger/slacker/writer-
leave a note
leave
Layout: vehemency
Icon: reruntherace
Friday, March 28, 2008, 10:49 pm
Yay, I am back to normal blogging.Really a lot happened this week, both for me and the school.
This week was the CDAYL(Cultural Diplomacy - Asian Young Leaders) Convention. (It took me a week to know what it stood for :P) So the whole week we had people from Singaporean schools and Asian countries come and experience a JJ-style camp.
There were some Malaysians there - they were easy to spot because of the outrageous light blue neon pinafores the girls were wearing. Even when they were in the camp their shirts were printed in Malay. A whole lot of people from Teck Whye Sec but I don't really give a damn. My generation was quite some time ago.
For those of you who don't already know, I've gotten a haircut. Pretty drastic for some people who've never seen me with short hair, especially not this short. Let's see...the last time I cut my hair was December 2006 so ya. It's gonna take me a really long time before it looks somewhat normal instead of looking like a lawnmower ran amok on my head. Yes, it's that ugly. No, actually it's fugly. To be precise, it's ohmygawd-why-you-cut-your-hair!-it's-so-short! damn freaking fugly. The hairdresser was damn retarded man!
Anyway, kind friends assure me that hair grows back. Well yeah it does! This has to be the craziest thing I've done in my life: get a bad haircut on an impulse. How did it happen?
Last Wednesday afternoon, Angela and I were crapping and generally wasting time when we started talking about hair. Then she got really, really excited, with the crazy idea about trimming my fringe. So crazy, she dragged me to the nearest hair salon. Tyrannical Hairdressing Woman (THW) doesn't speak passable English, so I was left to her tender mercies while she and Angela conversed about the hair. Apparently, according to Angela, THW suggested a bob for me, asserting that it would look good on me. So sure, she snapped at her to 'trust me'. Not good.
The hairdressers' always scares me because 1) I have to take my glasses off so I can't see what's going on and I'm totally blur, 2) in Singapore, somehow hairdressers either don't speak English or speak primary school level, hence the exact kind of hairstyle I want gets lost in translation, 3) I have no clue about hairstyles and what I want, and 4) whatever disaster they produce gets stuck with me for a year until the hair grows out.
So to cut a long story short, I now sport a daringly short bob which makes me feel like I have fleas and part of my hair was ravaged to make way for the treatment. Reactions have been mixed, from polite comments from people I don't know very well and much less tact from closer people. Why, my 'husband' suggested I wear a wig!!! Thanks for the support lao gong. -.-
Moral of the story: don't tamper with the hair.
For the week, it was pretty disastrous because I didn't manage to catch up on my sleep, resulting in uncontrollable drowsiness. But have no fear! Saturday is here (well almost!)
Last night, outrageous hair and all, I went for Leaders' Night just to soak up the atmosphere. Like I said earlier, I'm getting tired of this stuff but yeah. Cherie's reaction was really funny.
Me: (taps Cherie on the shoulder) Hi dear.
Cherie: (turns and glances briefly) Oh, hi May Ching.
*pauses and spins back*
Cherie: OHMYGAWD!!!!!!!!!!
Well, it's been a few days and I guess the shock effect is wearing off. Leaders' Night was really fun, though I went out after the family performances to catch a breath of fresh air.
Looks like I'm not gonna be posting until next weekend, judging by the amount of work I've got to do. Ugh.
Labels: cdayl, disaster, hair, leaders' night