Drama...

Drama. Definitely drama.
Someone’s hair caught fire just right in front of me. Here’s how the story goes.

5 mins before yoga class starts. All of us were waiting outside the studio patiently. One of the ladies leaned against the registration counter. Her hair was permed and she had it secured into a pony tail (something which most of us did so that our hair won’t get into our face during some of the poses).

Suddenly! Another lady cried out, “Miss!!! Your hair! Your hair!”.

She swirled around and tried to reach for it.

“You hair is on fire!”

There it was. Her hair was literally in flames (and smoke). And gosh! It did smell real bad (think along the line of burnt bulb filament).

All of us were amazed. The lady was shocked. The alarm raiser quickly used her towel to douse the flames. A small handful of it fell to the floor. Luckily, it was discovered in time and she wasn’t hurt. We wanted to laugh… it was simply too comical, too dramatic.

After recovering from her shock (and us from our amazement), we were ushered into the studio to start our class. The cause behind the drama? She had leaned against the lit candles on the registration counter… and because of her permed, dry hair… it caught fire within seconds.


Moving on for more drama…

After the class, I was supposed to head down to Taka for the Nokia Fashion Show. Damn! It was crowded and there was a long queue. Simply too hungry. Flew wanlin’s airplane and met up with Cheryl and PC for dinner at Heeren (Korean restaurant) instead. By the way, the food is only so-so.



Did another few hours of shopping before meeting up with Lenus, JacQ and Nick for ‘supper’ at Coffee Club Express. Lenus was telling us her fortune telling tale when lightening flashed across the sky and ghastly winds caught us by surprise. Her tale seemed fated for disruptions – from the waiters to the winds and the heavy rain. Guess it took more than one hour or her just to tell us her 10min tale.

The process? Entertaining.
Wish her luck in her list of 20s and her possible ‘entrepreneurship’ (^ _ ^)

By the way, I ate a lot that day!

Courage

Have been reading through some of my old friends’ blogs (some of whom I knew since sec 1) over the past few days. The rainy season has bounced back into Singapore. The cloudy skies and the freezing air – I call it the occasional winter of Singapore.

Some may say “nothing compares to the comfort of being in your own home”. It may be true to a certain extent. But I have this yearning to abandon where I have been rooted in for the past 23 years and 7 months. An earnest yearn to travel and to be who I really am. Who cares to be the suckling pig in the office? The idiot who rushes home to catch TV serials and anime? The self-restraint individual who seeks nothing more beyond materialism? The key thing that bothers me since eons ago - I haven’t been living life to its fullest.

Reading through the e-pages that cast memories of people into a life journal, I feel dejected. What have I been doing with my life? I guess I had subjected myself to being one of the “walking sardines” – dragging my butt off the bed in the morning, brush my teeth, squeeze onto the public transport, get to work, get off work, back onto public transport again and whole cycle repeats itself.

Goals that I have to achieve? Financial, not personal. It’s all in the company’s interest. In return? I lost my freedom. It’s more than envy. It’s more than rage. It’s absolute jealousy that rules over my senses as I read on about people around me who dare to venture and pursue their dreams.

But what exactly is my dream? I have no idea. Perhaps I just want to enjoy life by traveling around with no burden, no sense of responsibility towards anyone except for myself. Yes. I’m that selfish.

I beat myself up mentally for not having the guts to give up my job and travel to Japan with the others. I did it again for my lack of courage to travel alone to foreign places. What’s the most terrible and difficult thing that can hold back your dreams? Yourself.

So what have I been doing? What am I waiting for? No idea.

I wished I had the guts to do what Uma’s doing – traveling alone in UK, living her life the way she wants to. And many others (whom I shall not mention coz’ most prob. I’m nothing more but a phantom in their memories).

Too many perhaps. Too many what-ifs. It’s time I should move on and live my life. All I need is a little more courage.