once upon a cellist

to-day i had a haircut. an rm15 haircut. she was very nice, the lady who cut my hair. i liked her. she chit-chatted with me. i still like her.

i think i am a little appalled by my hair now :( it's veryveryveryvery short. i clutch at the back of my head and there is nothing to clutch. i cannot even pull my hair to vent my frustrations. no, i will not show you my hair. you can see it for yourself once i get out (unfortunately, i have to go out sometime).

this brings me to my obsession with long hair (in guys) and cellists (and korean guys). well, the story behind it is that once upon a dream, i attended a philharmonic symphony orchestra at klcc with some like-minded form six friends ('twas fun, we dressed up, there was a dress-code, we felt grown-up in heels and long skirts). the instruments were on stage, there was the grand piano, there were the brass, the woodwinds, the percussion...and there were the strings...a cluster of violinists and a smaller cluster of cellists...

and among them was my dream guy, a tall, too-handsome-to-be-true young man with his cello. like a prince. soft, wavy hair. a sensitive face.

did i say like a dream? must have been a dream!

well then, so you know now why my obsession with men who have long hair and play the cello...

and i suppose i'll get over it one day. he may have short cropped hair and be insensitive and tone-deaf...but he'll be him. i hope :D

sorry, my mind wandered away. i seem to be obsessed with this subject nowadays. haha. and deep down in my heart i know the reason i do this is because reality is too harsh, and i fully understand that i simply have no time for a real prince, so i shall have to settle for a dream one, who comes and goes when i so desire, and i figure, if one has to settle for a dream, why not have a nice one while we're at it, hey? :D

Happies neuss years peoples!