bad hair day.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
yesterday was a bad hair day. if youre thinking "bad hair day, dosent it occur to meng siew everyday?" then screw off. theres more to it.
the hairstyle you saw yesterday was cut by neogeo. apparently when you go hair styling, they dont give a shit if you are going to school or court or parliament or even heaven. thus, hair check failure upon the first sight. but mr aguss is naice guy. he said to me "cut your hair today. no need to go canteen." i was like, ok set. so, i happily walked back to class, and on the way... Mr TCY spotted me..
"go to the canteen."
"sir, just now i asked.."
"go to the canteen"
"but just now..."
"go the the canteen"
(damn it. so off to the canteen i went.)
i saw zongyi. i was elated. interact exco, give some face. but haiz. i should have known. hes vice headboy.
i thought they would just write down our names and give us one day's grace. but i was wrong. they called the barber to the school. i was thinking (wah not bad, free hair cut plus TCY said hes a qualified barber)
but zongyi had to spoil everything by saying "oh ya, yall will have to pay $6 bucks, and everyone's hair will be cut sloped."
then wad appeared in my mind was ("^£^%&£^%&£F$£%"£$%"F"$%"£$FFF)
but these appeared from hayden's mouth.
"walao im sure everybody must cut slope, like that call whole school cut slope lah! i can go every class for you find who no slope...."
(i MUST find a way out)
i had 2 options. either to get 1 demerit point, or to get a nice slope for just 6 dollars!
so i decided to challenge the system. i wrote my name on the paper, booking my time slot. i intended to give up the magnificent offer of a 6 bucks haircut, and get it cut on my own.
after that, i headed back to class, when i heard zongyi saying "oh ya, those who wrote their names and dont turn up will receive double punishment..."
("*%%"&"*%"%&*£$&%*"$£%£"$%"£$F$%"$£%"$£F)
i hope zongyi can say everything once and for all. so we can decide what to do earlier. oh wait, maybe thats the whole point of it. damn.
but thats not all for bad hair day. but first, let me blog things in chronological order. im sitting with pok (yes, its pok, not pork. no typo here) in class. he was playing with this blob of blue tack, stretching it, then folding it, and repeating it about a zillion times, hoping that one day, he will be the king of la mian. feeling bored like i always do, i decided to borrow the blue tack. heres a lesson on how to jag a person:
1. Spread the blue tack out on the table.
2. Use a liquid paper and a ruler to press the tip of the lq paper, and drip it on the middle of the blue tack.
3. Carefully wrap the liquid paper up with the sides of the blue tack, like the chinese "bao"
4. Return it to the person, saying "aiyah give u back lah, let u play."
it was really like a comic strip. pok happily trained for his dream. whee, white fingers.
"nevermind lah, looks like dough powder, you'll get used to it..."
NOW, BAD HAIR DAY PART 2.
good rugby friends like chuan hong and biquan would know my habit on the field. flicking the black supposed-to-be-soil at other ppl. having itchy fingers, i made small balls out of the blue tack and flicked it at pok. he was bochap, so i could only continue. then, this fate-altering piece landed on his head. pok tried to peel it off, but to no avail. i thought to myself, since he had something to occupy him, i could find something else to do. but he solved the problem in a SNIP.
LITERALLY.
damn. he just had to go for the easy way out =( but i cant tell u how much i laughed after that.. like that day when chuan hong and jon walked in front of the wii thing.. was like ROFLMAO
heck lah. its not too bad a decorative item on my table.
7:26 PM
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