date: Wednesday, April 06, 2005 @ 7:43 pm
title: Negative..
YouNo matter how I feel,Nobody matters to me.Maybe sometimes I do,but seldom I will.Many seem to be occupied,thus I waste not a second to say good bye.For time matters to me,like fountians and flowers,sight and scent.Try too many times,decided not to lie.Actually you matter the most to me,just that I dun have the time.The time to say good bye.A hot shower changes everything.
After emerging from the unforgiving thunderstorm, I was drenched but I felt safe. If it was my old marist uniform, for sure, I will feel extremely naked under the semi-transparent white top and bottom. But I wasn't then, I was donned in my favourite uniform. White top. Dark blue bottom. But was still drenched.
I changed my hairstyle.
I ceased to waste my precious time, twisting and spiking my disobedience hair. Just can't make them stand straight like most hair should be, but turned out to be a spiky
curly 'durian head'.
Actually, I also dun like to style.
Just leave it as it is. And that was what I pratically did this morning.
But still it was a fashion disaster. Tough!
Some commented that it was nice.
Other spoke otherwise.
Utterly confused, I was.
But CT didn't say anything, so I assumed it was alright.
However, a general statement was made by many that my hair is too long and I need a haircut. Desperately need one if I want to spike it up, which I strongly disagree to their impromptu request. I just had one, not long ago and it was expensive as well. I went to Reds @ Marine Parade, to shave off my sideburns and to get a feel of paying cold hard cash for quality hair-control. It was a well-paid experience, for I felt a sense of majesty after the whole 45 mins washing-cutting-rinsing-styling affair. I felt naughty and devilish.. >.<
Den down came the roaring pellets of rain. Firing heavily @ the determined saints, killed not their physical, but their undivided spirit as they were so 'engrossed' with their CCAs. But I wasn't one of them. I was an innocent civilian who was unwillingly caught in the crossfire. I wasn't spared from the heavy pounding of the lead-felt shrapnel on my flesh and my body.
My hair??
Received the worst hit of all the other parts.
The painstaking minutes and seconds wasted to style, was dissolved within milli-seconds. My hair was like some kind of mop-head that just had its filthy disgusting water pressed out. On the surface, it looks dry... but within the strands of hair, rainwater dwells.
How wise I was..
Wise enough to be caught in the rain.
Dumb enough not to bring my umbrella.
Was it that I felt like a sissy to carry one or is it my egoistic, self-centered MCP (P stands for personality) that caused me to commit this grave mistake, not to carry?
The Scout motto: Be prepared!
And I was the fine example of its opposition.
Gosh.. >.<
Every negative result will have a positive outcome...
ZHan's theory of 'trying-to-console-himself'..
I went to library to mug Maths. Not by choice. I had to, otherwise I will not understand what the lecturers will be talking about, den I will fail Common Assessment (2 months from now) and get kick out from my SAJC, den I will become a broken man, shattered and destroyed.
After the cold and freezing air-con blew my hair dry, I left the college, irritated by the school attendant who chased me out and disturbed my study mood. :(
I met Map @ the bustop.
She commented about my hair being cute or something like that.
So.. was there a sip of sarcasm or compliment, I wasn't so sure.
But to be polite, I thanked her.
Hair..
Not just women's thing.
But guys too as well.
Coffee-addicted prophet chilling out now...
