damaged tape.

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Tuesday, February 27, 2007 7:07 pm

I think

Before I embark on my journey of blogosphere, let me first extend my heartfelt thank you to the barber who did my hair and a Mr. DK.
I was "caught" by DK for he told me that I had "long" hair. Technically, I think what made me fall into that pit of crap was my "slope". Apparently to the others, I had no "slope" and my side-burns were relatively "long". Other than that, it was just plainly that genes made my hair appear thick and fuzzy. As such, innocent me was caught.
This thus brought about a visit to a barber to save myself from a stroke of the cane- Which seriously, I don't really give a fuck. I told my mother this and she said I had better go get it done if I don't want to live through next week with just 5 bucks. Hard luck heh?
So, off I went to seek the man with the scissors, shaver and combs. The uncle that I usually go to has gone missing. The shop beside his is closed due to god knows what reasons. The rest of the shops were owned by ah bengs and ah lians. Personally, I would rather use a bowl and cut around it then to let those weird people touch my fuzzy hair.
I called my Mum again. I don't want to live next week just solely on 5 dollars.
She asked, no demanded, that I go pay the Malay barber a visit.
Fine. Off I went.
The barber did an exceptionally splendid job of my hair.
I lost my side-burns and got a rather high slope.
Also, that blade he was using cut the area around my side-burn. If the person before had AIDS and suffered this similar fate, I will just quit school now and go check myself into CID. I wonder if the blade's rusty?
Ah. What's done cannot be undone. I might as well prepare my funeral sessions now and tell that girl "I love you" without fear of rejection again because I will be dying anyway.

I will be having my BIO SPA tomorrow. I have still a couple of pages to revise.
I have a physics test tomorrow- Working on it now.
Maybe I should just confess now and get the hell over things. Hahaha. I still want to seat through my Os without any troubling emotions and also definitely not traumatizing her.
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this used to be a funhouse. But now it’s full of evil clowns.