its almost 2pm and ive been lying on my bed since 11am thinking what i should do today. im such a loser i tell you.

i am contemplating if i should cut my hair or not. you know i very itchy hand hot abit want to cut hair lah, give 12459248 excuses why i should cut lahh, later complain.

so should i?

aiyah. life is so tough.

then recently, i've learnt that to survive in life, you CANNOT be nice.

can you imagine someone telling you, "hey, sorry but ure too nice, im finding someone else for this job." WAHLAOEHHHH and i havent even met you lah sia and ure judging me from a conversation over the phone? rude or wat. seriously.

and taking the train rides in the morning also taught me that if ure nice, u bloody lose out. if you dont do your daily tak tau malu act by selitting in between 2 existing bodies in the train (esp at jurong east towards pasir ris) and risk the smell of ketiaks and horrid body odour, you dont get to work on time. then padan muker to you. so, ive learnt to stab the singapore lion (kindness movement mascot) on his back and pretend im like a blade of leaf, i tell myself, "i can squeeze in that space there. i can i can!" then there you go, selit away!

but i know, i know, for those who have safely secured their spot in the train and giving that face as though you've just won the national vertical challenge 2009, u feel like u just wanna give that penyelit a huge tight slap the face right? i feel you, brothers and sisters. once in a while, its okay to feel closer to fellow singaporeans. :)

mcm paham. i'll snear at ppl who step on my white adidas loafers, and dont say sorry. if u do that again im gonna scream OWWWWWW and make sure u say sorry.

my fellow countrymen and women (esp women, i realise) are rude creatures!

and i suggest people should invest in a bottle of deodrant, please. if youre too cheapskate, powder will do. it helps, trust me. if a huge fan of bedak wangi. it lasts me tru the day. in other words, i smell nice the whole day. BO in the morning train is a big NO-NO. ugh. and when u have sampah in ur mouth, try breathing thru ur nose and not talk in the crowded train. spare us the pain, please.

life is tough huh? kene mandi pagi-pagi, kene gosok gigi, kene pergi kerje and face the annoying shit-situations u get in the train.

once, at the bus stop, i saw this lady who kene taik burong on her hair, then she abit thick skin i think cannot feel, didnt realise theres taik burong on her hair, its colourless also but damn, i saw that friggin bird shat on her sia. then a few ppl around me saw the rude burong also, but noone went up to her and told her. i feel bad cuz i dint tell her cuz my bus arrived already. :(

sorry mr kindness lion, singaporeans are just born to be bad and ugly.

thats why i think, im an exception. :)

sorry world, im too nice. live with that.

i feel like an adult now, go work everyday, 830 to 630. fooyoh. much effort yo! soyjoy is little effort. sorry if youre the victim of my mengarotness is im bored at work. like sending you MUCH EFFORT good morning mms-cards:

if this goes on, id rather stay in school and force myself to take honours next yr. if not, can u believe it, im graduating next yr!!! i know, rapid kan. its scary. :(

but i dont want school to start. i dont know what i want, seriously.

now, let me get back to my thinking,

should i cut my hair or not?