Sunday, September 11, 2005

lesson #256: fasten your seatbelts for a long read

Have got so many things to say, I'm not sure where to start. Hmmm. Let me start with my Hairy Experience.

1.0 (My Hairy Experience)

Went to Yess at Cineleisure Level 3 on Wednesday to do root-retouch as well as straightening. My hair's gotten flaky of recent so I thought it's about time to make it shiny straight again. Well, all I can say is, it was a damn big mistake. The colour they gave me was okay enough. Copper brown, just enough red in it to fit my skin tone. The straightening was a bit fucked up. Well, okay, A LOT fucked up.

If you happen to be adventurous enough to go to Yess (which I highly discourage you to, waiting time is a pain), don't let the skinny small-eyed pale Chinese guy touch your hair, AT ALL. He's a lousy trainee. And he butchered my hair. I didn't even set an appointment with him, but rather with a female senior stylist, but she was so In Demand that he did most of the tedious job while she just supervised. Pfft. He made the ends of my hair like, super frazzled because he abused the straightening tool. I kicked up a fuss, the senior stylist trimmed my ends, cut off the frizzy parts, and gave me a free treatment. But I was still pissed. I think that stupid fucking ninny ought to pay for the shit job he did! Fucking nitwit.

2.0 Yesterday: Shopping Spree

Met up with Zhi in town for a bout of dinner and shopping. She was feeling a bit down, but I'm glad that she had fun nevertheless. Dinner was at Big O, and this will sound funny but it's the truth - we binged on Caesar salad, calamari, and mozzarella sticks. Everything came in a portion for one and we shared all the dishes but we still became so full that we didn't manage to polish even half of the food.

Made a (long) pit-stop at Mango and guess what? After much pain born by Zhi due to my indecisiveness, I managed to make up my mind and actually buy a pretty ivory (Zhi insists it's khaki) jacket! Wheee! It's $99 but I think it's worth it! It just looks really really nice and classy. Finally I can withstand the cold of seminar rooms with style.

After which Gary picked us up and he sent Zhi to her home sweet home. Zhi recommended a chill-out place for us to go to, called Cozy Bay. Bought white wine, Woodbridge (the shade is a peachy colour, which was sooo pretty!) and it tasted pretty good. We were sitting at the top of this tower which overlooked some river. Incidentally when we first came, I saw this guy bending on one knee in front of his girlfriend. Thought it was romantic at first but then on second thoughts, the guy might just be puking.

Anyway, Cozy Bay's staff are totally inefficient. The girl serving us filled the ice bucket only a quarter full. Like, what the? How is the wine supposed to get chilled when only the bottom of the bottle is touching the ice? And she needs to learn how to pour wine. She poured til 3/4 of the wine glass was filled. Urm. Right. I reeeaally wanted to stop her but never mind. I was nice and kept quiet and exchanged bitchy glances with Gary.

3.0 Today: Picture-crazy!

Had self-choreo dance practice today. Then I went home to rest for a while before setting off for town to meet Gary. We were gonna watch a movie (Red Eye) and eat a nice dinner at Pepper Lunch. Yum yum! I took my baby camera out for a walk and here are some pictures.


Taken at Lido escalators! Were booking tickets for Red Eye.


Before: At Pepper Lunch, while waiting for our sumptious meals to arrive.


After: At Pepper Lunch, chillin' with a cool Mango jacket.


The many faces of Gary Part II. From looking handsome *cough* to utterly bloated.

4.0 Self-choreography

Eight of us in Emix are supposed to come up with our own original choreography for an item that's to be showcased at Arts Fest. So far four 8s of my choreography have been used, and I'm pretty proud of them. I think my steps look good. Haha. But that aside, this self-choreo rigmarole has brought out the worse side of people. Some people may comment that although the self-choreo item is supposed to be a joint project for all 8 of us, it's turning out to be an exco-self-choreo item.

Some of the exco personnel have taken over finalising the sequence of the steps, coming up with the formation, and creation of steps. I guess that's the privilege of being in charge. But actually I would like an avenue for me to grow and improve as well. I want to make something of my own. I'm not really concerned about the situation now though... Can't really be bothered. Let them do what they want. Let her do what she wants.

Now if I were to put myself in the shoes of an exco member, I know it's hard to please everyone. It's hard enough to try to put everything together without people saying things that put you down or make you feel stressed out. But when you become an exco, you lose that privilege of slacking and being ordinary. You can't expect the ordinary members to understand you anymore. You have to accomodate not just yourself, but other people. And that's what being a leader is all about. Sacrificing what you think is best for what others think is best. And you can't show your emotion. You can't show that you're angry, or upset, or feeling weak. Most difficult of all, you have to order people around without them feeling like they are being ordered around, or like they're being treated as slabs of meat. You can't even excuse yourself by saying that you're new because, well, people just don't care. It's tough, I can tell. That title didn't come in a pretty little package without some shit up its sleeves.

Don't let us be two separate cliques. That's just sad.