My mom gave me one piece of luggage to hold my clothes, toiletries and shopping. Following my natural instincts, I packed only panties. (It's called strategy.) Kind of also really unhygienic, but..... Omg, nothing. It IS kind of also really unhygienic. But it's strategic.
They served me chicken between ciabatta on the plane. I was almost done with it when I realised the businessman next to me hadn't even put down his papers about the Russian train wreck to look at his plate. (I'd have felt offended if I were his sandwich.) I looked up from my seat and realised that no one was eating the food they'd been served. (Everyone was reading.) Maybe its ill omen for businessmen to eat on planes. Or, maybe they're just afraid to get sauce on their ties. Personally, I wouldn't trust a businessman with HP sauce on his tie. Anyway. I took my book out to read, just to fit in. I ended up getting a headache after reading half a paragraph, but couldn't fall asleep because the (annoying) kid back in coach wouldn't stop singing MJ songs.
And you can't possibly tell someone, what more a kid, who is singing MJ songs to STFU, because it's MJ. Right? Like, Michael Jackson. Right? I know his music is timeless and everything, but it wasn't played a lot on the radio as I was growing up, so I've never really had the opportunity to develop anything (admiration/adoration/crush/etc) for the man.
He died a few months back, and suddenly everyone I knew was heartbroken, writing tweets and reblogging crap on their Tumblrs in memory of him. The radio stations also started playing his songs again. I dunno..... I can't believe it's completely sincere and not just hype. Maybe if we'd shown all this appreciation and love for him while he was alive, he'd have lived his life differently/better. Anyway, that was June. It's now December! (Time flies.)
My mom says I have "too much clothes". (What????) She's probably going to throw away a significant portion of my closet while I'm out having lunch with a friend again (again). Which I guess is all right, because I won't even notice until a next year. "Mom, have you seen my Rolling Stones t- shirt?" "I threw it away. You didn't look nice in it, and the print was fading anyway." "What the????? That was sort of the design. Anyway, what the??????"
Maybe I won't even care, since I'm supposedly "less materialistic" after returning from Batam. I claim to prefer investing in human relationships than in clothes. (Hopefully my thoughts translate into actions.)
Anyway, I got really bored one afternoon. (My parents were at a spa, Eltjse wasn't returning my calls, and there is only so much coffee you can drink at Starbucks in one afternoon before your eyes start twitching uncontrollably.) In an attempt to inject a little bit of excitement into my day, I decided to go to the hair academy next to the mall to put streaks in my hair. The last time I Did It Myself (DIM) was 2 weeks ago and a waste of money, because there was no visible change.
It's more affordable at the hair academy because they're only aspiring hair artists, who can't guarantee 100% Beauty/might screw things up. After discussing what I wanted done to my hair with a junior (their service is the cheapest) in broken Malay, I was stuck in a dilemma about which colour to use.
I made my decision 40 minutes later, and unclipped my hair to reveal my full mane of wonder and glory. I watched the wannabe hairdresser's reflection in the mirror turn blue as his jaw fell off of his face, onto the floor. The noob couldn't handle it, obviously. He walked away to talk with someone I assumed was his Hair Master. Then he walked back to tell me that I'd have to pay double what we had initially agreed on for him to do what we had initially agreed on. (Traitor.) (Piece of shit.)
I truly thought I was doing him a favour by giving him a taste of "The Real World", and of course its hair. An experience the silky, knot- free hair of a mannequin cannot offer. Untangling hair is part of The (his) Dream. (There are always 2 sides of a coin, kiddo.) I'm quite certain hair academies (at least the good ones) incorporate hair untangling as a compulsory module in their syllabus. Besides untangling hair being the ultimate test of endurance, it also develops character. I don't know what hope there is for him..
Ok bye.
Ps- Haha, I just saw that Kevin put his religious views as "Jedi" on Facebook. Hahahaha. Ahahahahahaha...... Ahahahhaa! LOL. (Hahahaha.) (AHAHAHAHHA!!!!) (He's so funny.)
