you know what's better than caffeine? [heads up aini!]

2 mega multi-vitamin pills and chicken essence.

that's what i had for breakfast -not to mention nutella YUM- and i arrived at school actually in a state of perkiness and brain not caught up in the remnants of somnolence.

which i believe is rather good. after all, fully functioning brain equals to maximum absorbtion of supposedly crucial knowledge which will then ensure me good O Levels grades and yes yes, i'll live happily ever after with a wardrobe full of glass slippers i never wear because they give me blisters and singing mice to entertain me. and of course, the essential Charming toyboy.

oh whot a perfect life i would lead!

but well, you know, not gonna happen. i don't think i could stand another 2 yeara of 'academia' ie. jc. despite all my qualms about mass comm, i think i would suffocate. a friend suggested going to a Hip jc. hurhur, there is no difference buddy when the A's come rolling by. tis all the same, too soon and too similar.

i sense that i am rather incoherent to[night]. i suppose this is because that i am tired and therefore, have reverted back to my usual state of um, living and all the excess vitamin B that i had ingested earlier on has either a) been fully made use of b) been fully peed out.

i don't know. maybe i should stop taking them? but i like the rush, despite the fatigue that comes later on. and it doesnt give the the queasy buzzy feeling too much caffeine gives me.

ah yes. i did quite crappily for my malay O's. merf. a grade lower than what i expected but no matter really. i'm not that affected. what i am annoyed about is that my mother told her friend who told her son and he was like 'she should work harder'.

pfft! it is irrational annoyance i know. i shouldn't be bothered but i am, mainly because i don't think it was Nice of mother dearest to tell her friend. just because i seemingly am non-chalent about it does not mean i want the whole world to know or at the least, make it free knowledge to the gossip/what's-new information network. augh can i say privacy?

ironic that i am ranting this slight discourse on privacy on my online diary but pbbt to that!

why i am writing this i do not know, but i got my hair cut. i am not muchos happy. i would shave it off to spite the world, Eville Hairdressers and yes, myself but fortunately, my family has the sanity to keep sharp pointy hair-altering instruments away from me when i am in a stroppy mood.

aha now i remember why i mentioned this in the first place.

Once upon a time, a silly girl with hair that she was impatient and sick with went to the hairdressers. She went in with half amoosement because the tacky counter lady kept speaking to her in chinese despite the fact that she had repeatedly and tiredly pointed to herself and said malairen [or however you spell it]. then, Lady in horrid black spandex hybrid outfit asks her to wait for half an hour and, so with much stupidty, she does.

time passes and she finally is escorted on to the faux leather seat and is handed a stack of magazines full of photos of doe-eyed japanese 'cute' things/sultry caucasian women. but tis all right, this happens everywhere.

the Scissors-Weilding One appears, and yes, again speaks to her in chinese. she asks her to converse in malay and well, she can't speak malay that much better chinese and does not trust her linguistic skills in this particular languange to handle such a delicate task as Instructions for the Haircut.

the girl calls over her conveniently chinese best friend and entasks her with the very important role of translator. things ought to be fine, no?

absolutely not.

now we have an impatient hairdresser rattling of chinese hieroglyphics, tugging my hair, complaining about how i canNOT cut my hair that way, talking over my head [and i uber HATE this] infuriated because she obviously thinks that they are stupid and should listen to HER because well, look at her hair.

thing is, if i wanted a helmet-headed fringe thing, i would not have bothered. i would have simply simpered up to the principal ie. Herr Hitler and ask her for her hairdresser. no doubt i would have to descend to the the seven levels of hell to get my hair done by her's but pffft

i am digressing.

and as a parting shot before she lfet to blowdry somebody else's hair, she sighs and says, you should go rebond your hair. it would be much nicer then.

so in a huff, i left. if i had stayed, i might have just broken my record for levele of stupidity and patience and honestly, i am not sure which one would have been more awe-inspiring.

so we trooped of to another salon. their nicer to me, and the shampoo girl was nice and chatty without being overly and disturbingly intrusive so that my Social Recluse walls will go up. but ah yes, still, later on, the bloody hairdresser tells me [exact words here], oh you have natural wave. you should go rebond your hair. it will be much nicer then.

oh hey man, thanks a whole friggin lot. in a span of an hour of so, i have been told that my hair texture of all things is a considerably imperfect characteristic and that in the name of pantyhose, i should conform and join the rebonded hair troupe because you bet your gumballs, that is the only nice kind of hair there is!

fucked up narrow-minded people.

next thing you know, i'll start listening to SHE and 5566 and watch trashy Taiwanese variety shows [variety cuz they for hell can't make up their mind what they want] and hey, to make sure i don't ignore my malay ethnicity, i'll transmorgify into a full blown Minah. huh huh? i will track down the Source of all Tapered Pants and subject my ears to the torment of trashy music they call mainstream hip-hop.

pbbbbt!!!!!!