Intoxi'Kath'ing Whispers

I cut my hair, I cut my hair!! *runs a round with excitement* Hahaha. After a year of neglecting my hair, I finally got up the courage (and time) to go for a trim. When I said trim, I meant a trim. But the hairdresser was so fascinated with my hair, she took bout three to four inches off. She layered my hair and also made it thinner. But I still look ok (I think). Only thing is, my hair will look 'big'ger than usual as it's shorter and my roots are growing out (I rebonded my hair the last time). First comment I got when I stepped in was, "Wah, your hair is very long!" Then they dug their fingers into my hair. And started to do their magic. All the while they were busy commenting on my hair and discussing bout it with other clients as well. It seems that my hair is unnaturally black (she asked if I coloured it) and as thick as the hair of three persons in the salon itself. They even commented that I would not need to fear about hair fall as I have so much hai...

Yesterday was my off day..! And guess what I did yesterday? (I'm so proud of myself..) Heh. I cleaned up after my messy life. Well, sorta. And one part of it anyway. I cleared up my room! Trust me, my bedroom was in dire need of cleaning. It embarrasses me to say this. Sigh. I used to be a very, very neat person. However, during the last month or so (or earlier than that), I began to be very very unorganized. Threw my clothes on the bed, books were under my bed, and others. At first, I have no idea what brought about that change in me. But after analyzing and talking with people, I finally found out why. Or rather I guessed 'that' was the reason. Ah well. Even my mom commented that my room was very clean and that she wanted to dirty it up again for me. Huh. Charlene, who shares the room with me got lucky. Cause I  cleaned up the entire room. Duh. You can't expect me to clear only my side of the room right? That's downright stupid. And selfish. And yes, sh...

Ooohhh.... Check out who or what wants to be friends with me in Facebook. Hahaha. Kedai Jual Ubat Kuat ... Hmmm.... yes, nice. Thank you very much. *rolls eyes and purses lips* Why would they want to be friends with me?? Do I look very weak (like a dead fish perhaps)? Or do they just think that I am too hot/ strong to handle and that any 'potential partner' will die and needs to be saved?? (Hence the product is actually meant for them...) And how on earth DO they find you?! Questions questions.... :D

Just yesterday, Friday, I managed to watch Hairspray the musical on TV3!! Thank you RTM! I have always wanted to watch this movie but I just couldn't. Didn't manage to catch it in the cinemas and never had the thought to buy the ori cds. Yea, I know!! So outdate right?? Hahaha. But finally!! I LOVE musicals. Musicals like The Sound of Music , West Side Story , My Fair Lady and many others have always, always been a part of my life as I grew up. And hairspray is definitely beautiful. No doubt the plot is a bit predictable (underdog girl wins the prize boy, people unite together and so on) but gosh... The songs, the dance moves, the fashion style... it's all so engaging!!! I couldn't stop humming the songs and even copying the moves!! It was definitely fun. :D The songs especially are catchy and very cheerful. You can't help but feel as if you have no more worries when you listen to the songs. Hence, I want to share two songs which I love from this movie here...

I have never been tolerant with caffeine. Still am not and most probably will never be. Took coffee once during my exam period to give me that extra boost of mental focus. I was very alert but I could not study at all. I could barely sit down and my hands were shaking like that of a person with Parkinson's. Hence, I have always been careful with drinks like coffee. However, last Thursday I got over-dosed with caffeine. Went to gym and took a full dose of a pre-workout (containing caffeine and other stimulants), forgetting I had already taken something with caffeine at about 5pm that same day. And that made it worse. I began to feel hot and started to sweat. My heart couldn't stop beating fast and my head was throbbing like crazy. To add to the effects I already felt ,we were doing leg workouts. Blood rushed to our legs more than to our heads. Experienced a bit of dizziness and I felt like I was walking in a dreamland. As if everything I was seeing or doing was not real. At all!...

I should be doing a lot of other things. Like preparing for my class.. which I have no idea when it's my turn. I haven't prepared anything... Only read a few pieces of paper. That is bad. A 'teacher' should never never do that. Scout's motto: Always be prepared... Same goes for when you meet handsome, hunky guys.. hahaha. LOL. Buck up on my housework... My room is in a mess. My clothes are everywhere. And there are still some uni stuff which I have yet to clear!! OMG... Almost a year since I graduated. This is horrible! I just found my UTAR alumni shirt behind my room door under my sister guitar's cover. Yea... told you. Basically just doing some housekeeping for my house. Yea. *mutters to self* But I always end up in front of the computer, FB-ing, scamming (haha), doing everything and anything that is absolutely not necessary!!! Huh..! I gotta kick myself in the butt... Let's just hope mushrooms don't grow and there is no BO on my blog. Peace. :)

Hello everyone!! As requested by a certain someone, I am here to blog about how I pluck my armpit hairs... *roll my eyes* And teach you too! First, you must either wear a sleeveless top or wrap a towel around you or just be in your birthday suit. Heh. Second, get your tweezers or that thingamajig and hold it in your hand. Find a mirror. Either your bathroom one, your cupboard one or a small table top one. Anything's fine as long as you can see your self in it!! Then, guess what. Lift your arms. One at a time duh. If you lift both at the same time, how are you going to pluck the hairs??? Face the mirror. Move your eyes to your armpit area and scrutinize it for hairs that may be seen creeping around. Open your tweezers and make sure the hair shafts are in between the two flat 'blades'. Then close it. Make sure you have a firm grip. Now, close your eyes and PUUULLLLLL!!!!! Repeat process until you're happy or just too tired to bother. LOL. Ciao!!

I hurriedly rushed to our uni's music block that day. I needed to practice a piece for the upcoming music performance, held in conjunction with the opening anniversary of the uni's music block. I headed straight for piano practice room 6. He had promised to meet me there. But upon opening the door, the room was empty, as expected. I switched on the lights and entered the white-washed room. There, in the middle of the room, stood the Music Room Grand Model B in polished black. I walked slowly toward it and lifted the shiny cover. The red velvet cloth was neatly folded and put aside. Gently, I slid my fingers across the ivory and ebony keys. They were cool to the touch and a thrill of unexplained exhilaration passed through me. Quickly, I took out my music score and laid it on the stand. And in no time at all, my fingers were deftly running and jumping across the keys as beautiful music filled the room which I was in. Beautiful to me that is, until the door opened and he walk...