oh the wonders of rebonded hair! i no longer wake up looking raped/maimed/mad and i have lost all meaning of morning horror hair. the only thing i had to sacrifice for the 3-hour long magical process was all the feeling from both my butt cheeks. my ass went from normal to cramped to numb. but my hair was gloriously straight after that! so what if i walked out of the salon a little funny? it was worth it......swishy..swishy....swishy hair. although when i got home, my nenek said i looked like a "bai susu". you know, those long ago Indian men on bicycles who sold milk from a huge tin affixed to the back of their two-wheelers. their hair would always be parted severely down the middle. but you see, i have to leave it parted and hanging down for at least 2 days coz i have to let my hair totally absorb the magic dust that makes my hair wonderfully straight and sane. hah....let's see what nenek will say after the 2-day Ozzy Osbourne stint. I'll ROCK, i tell you! now i just have to find a cure for the eye-scud.....


PS: The wine, scotch and beer I was giving away has already been given. To the one who's got the loot now, drink responsibly. Or if you want to drink till your blood is replaced by alcohol, do it in a padded room. Locked.