William Chong

It’s been pretty mad at work for the last wee while, so I was glad to take some time out and visit the hairdresser for a bit of hair modifying.

So now I find myself sitting in a chair with a showercap on my head, and a weird hairheating contraption that attempts to placate your protests of “hey my head is kinda getting hot” with nursery rhymes. Yes, those soft music-box melodies you hear in horror movie scenes showing the innocent child, playing in their room prior to some gruesome death.

I’ll put up a photo of the end result. But this tinkly music is gently putting me to sleep…

Anyways, just to let you guys know I’m off on holiday next week: me and my bros and sis are off to be tourists in the gold, Gold Coast. I’m sure we’ll survive the deadly swine flu pandemic that’s decimated the swine population around the world. That’s right, more pigs have been killed due to swine flu compared to humans.

Alright, enough rambling. Take care everyone!

UPDATE 4/7/09: The head-warming machine. Could be a low-grade torture device if you asked me.