A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.


January 09, 2008

Just a Thought...

Despite being crude and loud in a lot of people's opinion....

I sort of....


Kind of....

Rock.

Never was one to mince words....


And where was I? Oh yes.


Yesternight was sort of surreal. I do believe that Yesternight is not really a proper word... but I shall use it. Had a sleepover with three of my very good friends from school. Its the kind I like... with booze and lots of girly talk. My Adt's gotten married and all, so we were sort of getting all the juicy (ahem) details from her about the life and love of....


Whatever. About three o'clock we were all sufficiently frustrated because the Smirnoff was gone and we were sort of wondering (slightly befuddled) what to do.

And then S had a Brilliant Plan.


At this point Statutory warning: DONT TRY THIS AT HOME. Please. Please. Please.


So there we were at three o'clock in the morning minding our own business over leftover chips, and out comes a pack of light golden brown hair colour from S's bag.

"Lets go blonde!!" She Squeals.


We were very Smirnoff. We agreed.



And therefore I woke up this morning with my hair resembling Johnny Depp in Edward Scissorhands
. After two hours of rigorous shampooing and lots of conditioning.... it looks like this.


Trust me, it looks worse. And I still cant believe I am blonde. Maybe a brownish shade of blonde, but blonde nonetheless. I even had blonde moments today. Shit.


On other news.... I have resolved this new year never to mix alcohol and permanent hair colour. Bad combination.

But hey, at least I did not end up looking like S. She got her hair coloured in patches. Now she is the proud owner of the dalmatian look. Which means she has splotches all over her hair.

Yes Lord Justice is Thine.


Ah well.... height of frustration : go blonde.

11 comments:

Ankit said...

Doing crazy stuff after getting drunk.
Well i can relate to that :)

panu said...

Well... I am NOT going near hair colour ever in my life again when drunk.

Heathcliff Ranting... said...

oi.. i know this syndrom. :D

I have done this as well, but I wasnt drunk, I just had a nasty break up... and I went Blonde. :((

Tui chaap nish na.

WHAT'S IN A NAME ? said...

Lokkin lik Edward Scissorhands ain't too unflatterin... is it ??? :)

panu said...

@ heathu - I knows. I not takes chaap. I just take case

@ WIN - :O

How scary!!

quietlittleshything said...

as long as it does look good onyou!

panu said...

er it does not. iftruthbetold.

kaichu said...

yea, you do. Pathor, boulder, troll. Detritus goes blond, ie.

But toke akhono diner bela dekha holo na je!

Mwahh!

panu said...

mairi kono dorkar nei. I am back brunette after losing 1800 bucks.

zephyrman said...

this is not too bad after all.a friend of mine in college got drunk and took some love to the parapet and then gravity took over.he was in hospital for 2 months and has had a limp since.

panu said...

ore baba. e je amake pore jete bolchhe. Maaaaa!