a coffee-fueled kid

It was the best New Year Eve, the best Countdown ever :)

We were so kiasu that we drove down to Mutiara Damansara at 5pm. Traffic was smooth on the LDP and we were very very lucky to get a nice parking space in IKANO. We hang around in the mall for a while, met up with the rest and look for a place to eat. Every eateries was CROWDED! It looks like everyone decides not to stay indoors and decides to eat out. From KFC to McDonalds, to Kim Gary to DRAGON-I, the queues were long; people were getting impatient to be seated. We signed and it looks like we didn’t have a choice so we had sushi for dinner instead. We just grab the only table that was available to us. After dinner, we went to the flea market and drop by at the carnival. The sun began to set and the crowd grew bigger and bigger.

We head to the stage area – found a nice spot where we get a clear view to see all the actions. The concert was a blast. All the acts were fantastic; the hip-hop dancers, our local indie bands, Jaclyn Victor & Reshmonu rock the crowd! It was hot! Damn, it felt good to be in a party atmosphere again. The place was crawling with good looking, very funny, very intelligent eligible bachelors (I think) :) Then the countdown begins…5, 4, 3, 2, 1…the fireworks exploded. The view was spectacular. And colorful. The place looks so pretty at night! Sparkly and glittery and tiny lights as far as the eye could see. My attention was engaged and captivated the whole time :)

After midnight, we crawl out from the place. There were lame drunk people everywhere, people squishing past us and how utterly gross our hair smells after. The night was good :)

I had a new haircut too. New year, new look. I’ve had short hair all of my adult life. Short hair is easy to manage as I’m too lazy with my hair anyway :) I’ve always been attended by ladies hair dressers who are feminine by appearance but this particular hair dresser that was attending to me today was an exception. She was tomboyish, dress in baggy shirts & shorts with Adidas sneakers; she has tattoos on her legs and neck. But her hands were tender soft, very fast, very expert and very skilful on my hair. She basically snipped and snipped huge locks of my hair one at a time until she was done. The way she handle my hair left me feeling absolutely divine. Confident, strong & purposeful.

The normal routine from all the hair dressers that I’ve been to would lead me from the basin to the chair with my hair sopping wet & wrapped in a large white towel. After they have washed and blow dried my hair, then they would proceed to pin up all my hair with colorful clips except for a little skirt at the base of my neck.
Cut. Let down a bit more. Cut.
Fiddle with the length. Let down a bit more. Cut.
Tilt my head down a little. Cut. Compare the lengths of hair.
Cut a bit more. Fiddle. Fuss. Make small chat. Which I usually ignore. Ugh.

My hair is short now – I’m a rock chick :)