HERE GOES.

ah, the smell of a new blog? rubbish. blogs have no damned smell. well i thought i might give a shot at having a blog. gives me something to do if i am bored. but i might not be updating as much if i'm busy.

moving on, let me tell you about a life changing experience which has just occurred to me. its has everything to do with my hair. yes, h-a-i-r. i have to really thank the SA discipline committee for fucking it up real bad. they have an extremely bad choice of hair cutters to call in. some slacker wearing a plain shirt and baggy jeans. for about two years i have not heard the dreadful sound of the shaver to my ears. and boy its bad i tell you. eahhhhhh eahhhh eahhhh, like the devil or something. and with a simple swish, it murders my hair. ah the burns. now my hair is graced with a hill on my fucking head where i have a slope. like abel hill or something on the back of my head. i told the guy, "abang, relax on my hair la." and this is what the bastard left me with. there is another answer to why i have this slope on my head. while lining up. i could not control my mouth once again. and i went up to the dm and told him. "eh sir, i cut your hairstyle la. nicest la your hair." and he to no surprise got fucking pissed. and from one of the last in line. an extremely ticked off guy pulled me to the front and asked my hair to be cut extra short (you fucking bastard) well i've heard that he is a nice man, and i shall give him a chance la. well. i am also extremely unlucky that my hair has been cut. me and my pal joseph have initially escaped the haircheck and were sitting on the toliet floor (we looked like the fella in the sony advertisement) and i thought i was home-free. i opened the lecture door to the first lecture and put one foot in. then. "eh boy?! how come you didnt get caught?? your hair is outrageously long." two pe teachers caught my ass. sidetracking from the story. i personally feel that pe teachers are the worst kind of teachers (no offence, there are alot of nice slack pe teachers out there). there are only troubled with the task of watching classes run and play soccer so they are easily bored. and this tends to make them want to feel more used and self-appoint themselves as discipline teachers and take joy in catching boys like me (you bastards.) okay back to the story. they dragged me back to the dm. and they took my ez link card, forcing me into a corner. i could have just ran away, but i didn't want to complicate these two years in my jc life. low profile low profile. dont want to be having secondary school again wouldn't we. well and so my hair is now gone with the wind. and i am left here feeling really fucked off about it. 2 months before its better. and the thing is. after that i had no more lessons. so i only came to school to get my hair cut. and putting it this way it makes me want to say FUCK, extremely loudly.

on friday, my bad luck has shown its ugly face again. i fell into some dirty water (i am praying it is not some piss or something) while playing soccer. forcing me to go home and change. then i headed off to queensway with grace. she bought a bottle, finding out that it had a wierd hidden design after she bought it. haha. i bought a ball and a shoebag. then we went to marina bay for dinner. ate the buffet thing. ate alot of stuff. grace is scared of live prawns. haha. it sucks to be a prawn. 90% chance you are gonna get eaten. hahaha. like imagine when you are born you look at those little feeler things (legs?) or whatever and you gotta know you are fucked. haha. got to suck to be a prawn. well there was this last prawn. boy he was a fighter. but i cooked him and ate him. haha. maybe he was the boss prawn or something. haha. he's in me now. foods good, drinks terribly overpriced. overall it was a good day, enjoyed myself except for the falling into dirty water part.

well i guess i will be off now. got mass tomorrow which i dont think i will be paying attention at. i hope my streak of bad luck ends.