Y Wednesday, January 03, 2007
9:12 pm
Yay. I'm back at school. I'm not being sarcastic at all, I swear. I mean it this time. It's good to be back, despite the shithole that lies ahead. At least wading knee-deep through that shit is better than rotting at home.So today was the pits. Shit, it's a bloody miracle I survived.
Some call me pessimistic, but I'm really just a realist. (Pun not intended.)
School wasn't so bad. Some of our teachers were changed, but not that I'm complaining. The changes seem half-decent so far. A new geography teacher, form teacher ,(who happens to be our English teacher.) maths teacher and a permanent Madam Tang. God I hate that woman to the core. She can be pulverized into bits, incinerated to ash before being ingested, breathed in by a dozen animals and I will STILL recognize her. More on her tomorrow.
So anyway, I got caught for my hair and made my way to Roxy after school. I'm never going back to that damn salon. NO.
For starters, though the stylist was a nice chap, he literally cut my hair by the millimeter. I sat on the damn chair until my ass went numb. When it was finally over, he even taught me how to cut my frinch. (SP?)
Fine, I can deal. End result wasn't spectacular, but hey, seven bucks. You reap what you sow. Here's why I'll never go back. My hair went FUCKING dry. Pardon the language. Shit, I was aghast when I ran my hand through my hair. Split ends galore. My hair was so coarse it was shocking. Must have been the shampoo. Either way, I'm not going back there.
Went to MC's place and slacked around. There were like 6 other friends there and they mahjong'ed. 5pm. 6pm. 7pm. 8pm. It didn't seem it would ever end. God, we need to get home. The flash showers made things a hell lot more bearable. How so? Heh. Everytime the rain stopped, and the few of us wanted to get home, we get "EH ONE MORE GAME. EH THREE MORE GAMES. VERY FAST ONE!"
Bull fucking shit.
By the time I got out, Father Rain decided to get more emo and cried us an ocean. Bobby might have sprinted ahead of us, god knows why he was in such a rush. I turned around and the 3 people following me disappeared into a cab. Wow, so I'm stuck alone, with not a very clear idea of where to go and a rapidly more emo Father Rain.
Shit, I'm lucky I bought a phone and had bobby's number. Rang him up and he directed me to the bus stop. I owe you one buddy. We bought some horrid-tasting, severely over-priced chicken puff and shared a drunk.
Bus took ages to arrive. I hate you SBS. It was still pouring, but I think I was blessed or something. When I alighted 10 minutes later someone handed Father Rain a tissue, to tell him that life was quite beautiful after all.
On a brighter note, I'm almost done with Toxic Bachelors by Danielle Steel. More on it tomorrow. I realized one thing though. Throughout the book, the women were described as knock outs. I saw a rather young woman today wearing little to no make up, a denim skirt and fitting white blouse. Sometimes simple and casual is good. She wasn't stunning, but it fit her to a T and I personally thought she was rather pretty in that get up. Out of place, but just a mental note I made as there was another woman who streaked her hair with blue dye.
Better get some revision done. Ta.