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Saturday, October 31, 2009, 11:16 AM
Under the influence of you
Yesterday, i got caught in school for having long hair at the back and was forced to get a haircut from one of the evil immigrant people who were once tea leaf pickers in some province in China who decided to ride a goat to Singapore to cut innocent boys' hair to make a living. So i sat in line with the other dozen or so guys who got caught for long hair waiting to have our pride and joy chopped off by the wonderful tea planters. When it reached my turn, i told the nice farmer, "Hi, i've been keeping this hair shape for about 6 months now and it's taken a lot of careful cutting by a very expensive barber, so is it possible for you to just trim the back slightly and leave the rest as it is?" She probably only understood the language of the elves or the plants for she stared at me as if i just spoke French to a Sumatran head hunter. But i told myself to trust her, after all, the teachers in the school would hire proper hairdressers to trim our hair so we won't look incredibly stupid, right? With that great expectation in mind, i watched in horror as the tea planter put down her scissors, picked up a comb and a razor and started slicing off my hair as if they were crops. With each slice, my heart sank more as the back of my head got butchered into this odd carpet grass square box, and as my fringe got cut into a straight line. I felt like grabbing the razor from her hands and lunging it straight into her chest. But i couldn't. She seemed to be holding it too tightly to snatch. And so, now, my hair looks worse than a mule's arse, but what can i do about it? All i can do to help myself now is wait for it to grow back and then get my usual barber to trim it to its original shape before hacked by tea planters. Pfft. I'm gonna go hibernate in some corner of my house and think about storyboards for my IS and maybe get out my guitar and pen down a tune or two. The year end rain's been rolling in and i've never felt happier to have storm clouds above my head. It feels like the end of some drought, but it's prolly just the entire year catching up with me. It's been an exhausting couple of months and it's only gonna get worse from here on. The desi girl dance is tonight, i pray we'll all have enough energy to pump out the whole dance on that stage. Exhausting yet so fulfilling. JM's new song from Battle Studies. |
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