Splendid colour

I've gone red.... Again.

Nah. Its not quite splendid. I think even atrocious is an understatement. But hell. Its prolly the last time I'll be able to get away with it.

Immediately after I got approached by some students for an interview, they were carrying cameras and mics and all that. We think your hair is i-forgot-what and we'd like to interview u for our school project. We're from nanyang JC. AH..no. no. Okay fine. Fine. They show me the questions they'd be asking.

Must I speak in chinese? Er yes. Yes. Okay...

Why did u spent money on your hair? Do u think its worth it?

u must be kidding.

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Life's tricky. Thats what it is.

When u have red wicked lookin hair everyone looks at u twice. First ur hair. They register it in their minds. Then they proceed to judge why u'd do such a thing. Your clothes ur bag and then ur face. And then. It ends.

You can only be as wild as u look. Tell me what u think of that.

On second thought don't.

Jo once told me after she returned from switzerland that nobody looks at u there. U can wear weird clothes and have strange fashion sense and they dun care. Is it how it is? I love individuality.

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Invigilating.

There's sth strangely satisfying about watching people sit for exams. The look on all their faces. How serious. Intense. How determined. I like that. Human beings at their second best. Their best being when they're asleep.

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Chew's mum calls me up. Wants me to help out her bro. Passes only one subject. O levels and all. Okay I say. I'm free for 2 mths. I dunno what shit I can do in 2 mths. I dunno why I said I'll do sth. Its innate isnt it? That desire in u to make a difference.

Boys.

My indian neighbour comes up to me and asks me if I can tutor her pri 5 kid. Gosh. What in the world. I am not sharing me. Period. I hate pri school boys.

AND...trackshoes? Gone. Stolen. Sonofabitch.

So. Splendid my ass.