deja-vu v.2 [ rain... falling in my heart

Sunday, April 23, 2006

here comes another im-such-an-unintellectual-idiot entry of mine.

i thought its quite unlikely to happen again. but here's to another weekend whereby there's no one at home except for me and the maid. and here i am, sitting before the comp, doing my work (or at least trying very hard to but being distracted like nobody's business, and ending up downloading/watching pretty boys clips) wondering when i should walk over to my parent's room to watch some tv. note: some doesn't really mean SOME. its just a way of saying.

anyway, i think my hair's too short. oh well.. shall wait and see the reactions of everyone tomorrow. though some population of rj has already seen it. but somehow majority doesn't seem to find much of a diff. but its really quite drastic what. i mean.. no more.. qiao4-ness.. no more crazy fringe that's as long as the rest of my hair.

crap. my fringe really is too short. and the reason being that it was a result of my stone-ness yesterday.

setting: at my hairdresser's, with UV (uncle vincent), probably the only hairdresser i really trust besides the guy at parkway 10 bucks thingie, cutting my hair while talking to me. which is what we usually do.

me: so yar, we only take our hcl 'o's. *me explaining rp, although i swear i explained it to him before when i last went to cut my hair after FAM. but nevermind. he's a really nice guy.*

UV: wah, so good. more relax lorh. *scissors go: snip snip snip. hands move quickly and hair continues falling*

me: haha.. its ok lah. *stares stonily into the mirror for awhile while UV picks up almost my entire left fringe*

UV: *silence falls as he snips off more than half of left fringe*

me: *continues staring in a very stoned fashion at the mirror*

UV: *trims a little here and there*

me: *kinda wakes up and stares at the mirror, this time for real, to see the progress* *senses something amiss in the instructions as to how to cut my hair* ah.. btw UV, i don't want my fringe to be too short..

UV: *pauses to digest what i've just said*

- long, torturous moments pass as i hope and pray that once again.. like all the zillion times before, i have spoken before the deed was done and UV will think for awhile before saying: ok. can lah. but not too long also right? i'll just lighten it abit.. yahdah yahdah -

me: or.. cut already?

UV: yar.. cut already.

me: *thinks: die*

UV: *plays with hair a little to show me my fringe's actual length now*

me: aie ok. nevermind then. *spends the next 10 seconds or so literally kicking my right foot with my left and vice versa*

- end of pok story of my haircut experience -

but oh well.. it wasn't that bad. i've had worse. so yep. shall wait to see the reactions of everyone (if there's gonna be any) on monday. i've had weird flashes throughout my stoning yesterday that somehow when im kinda asleep at the zcove on monday.. justina or someone will come and try to shoo me away thinking that im not from the og.

and due to the horrible stress i've been undergoing today after finding out i totally didn't touch on manageability and feasibility in my PW PI, i got down to doing it straightaway.

imagine the horror and unhappiness/reluctance i experienced when i opened the document to redo it, knowing perfectly well that i engineered it yesterday before i left to cut my hair, such that it was exactly 530 words, after which i happily changed the title to PI_final. heartbreak arh heartbreak.

oh well. so i got down to it. added some stuff.. took away some stuff. and i was quite sure that the stuff i added was minimal.

but as i've said earlier.. due to the stress i had undergone and the trauma i experience in having to even THINK about editing it, i somehow ended up hallucinating that the word limit was 300.

so once again, stretch your imagination and imagine the horror i experienced when i did a word count and found out that i had 465 words.

*and henceforth, a crazy editing of words begins*

i was totally on the verge of wailing before throwing myself out of the window before me, when after much much much much much editing, i found out i still had 461 words. which was like a horrible ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN/SIXTY-ONE words above my hallucinated word limit.

i almost died-ed.

but thank goodness i found out. now i dunno.. but i have too few words and i forgot which ones i took away. shall have to undo like crazy.

and so, this brings an end to another horribly unintellectual entry of mine.

the rain poured at 12:15 PM

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