first day of 24/7, over.

it was hard, but what's over's over. and the hardest part [starting 24/7] is over, so baik lah, no problem. im just kind of annoyed at myself for having to yell 'wake up wake up' to keep myself up, and suddenly standing up midway between nuting some bolts/ screwing some stuff to keep me from falling asleep [believe it or not, i can sleep while drilling eh, amazing right i should be on ripley's believe it or not]

i'm damn impressed with how our dear se, rui song, can still tell lame jokes, look totally untired, and hum a song with the lyrics of any single select noun/verb/adjective that interests him during our random conversations while i struggle to make it past day break... amazing.

it was immensely encouraging and moving to see wife's message at 1.47 am. asking me if my new monk image has stunned the life out of my fellow raggers, and if i was still alive, and to jia you for 24/7.... she has this incredible ability of making me feel warm and snuggly inside =3

anyway, with regards to my new hairstyle.

im still not used to it, but im not disliking it. its kind of funky cause it takes n minutes to dry, where n is a very small number, and shocks/shocked/will shock m number of people, where m ---> infinity. amusing. especially when meichee stood at my door, her mouth agape, screaming ohmygodohmygodohmygod .... i didn't think a haircut would have such an adverse effect on people... well. it's only hair, folks. it'll grow back. *shrug* though i am somewhat annoyed by the apparent looks of disgust on random walkers-by's faces [why is it walkers-by and not walker-bys? frmph... english is such a weird language]

the most classic would be the stunned look on the bus driver's look when i got on 151. priceless.

now i'm just wondering how i'm going to wear my men for kendo, cause if my scalp constantly feels molested and harrassed by the sunshine, wind, sweat and rain, then surely a hard 'men' hit would kill the life out of it... and i'm not sure sarah would want me to tend the kendo booth during matric fair with my current image... unless im planning to scare the shit out of our potential juniors... its almost as bad as jiawei going to tend the booth with his cast.... heh. now we sama sama already.

somehow, hair feels like an accessory. meichee said something about hair being important to a girl, and i somewhat agree but it made me miffed about double standards with regards to so many things including this...



i'm just glad im doing some controversial/crazy/cranky/anti-stereotypical thing in the good name of charity. imagine, my hair, which i receive the most compliments about [if anything, i always get the 'i love your hair' and shining eyes look from girls, and occasional small remarks complimenting my hair from guys] will be made into a wig, which, a cancer kid, then can wear and receive compliments about! ROCKS LA. [i havent said that much in a long time, i've kind of lost the special touch.... cant say it the pseudo-c4 way. well. too bad loh.]

if you see me,
or you want to see me,

come rub my head for good luck!

if i have one lucky star for one mole on my scalp/face/head,
then i promise you i am damn lucky.


by the way,
this is damn random but

i feel like sinnead o' connor leh! HAHAHA