Gone are the days of dried grass

See, i've got an agenda to run today. After that, i've got like an extra hour to go before i finally settle for my class. Basically i'm out the whole day from the moment the sun shines until the sun sets. For the extra hour, since i can't go home due to the 30cents petrol price increment simply means that i gotta kill my 60 minutes of time in town! But what can i do in 60 minutes?

Then the magical idea comes into my mind. Why not i just get the dried grass chop away? Hah! Brilliant! A trim will be perfect.

The result: Hairstylist can't differentiate between a trim and a cut. I say i want 2 inches trim from the bottom. Not a cut. No layers. But i always get the opposite of my request. My hair is now not long enough for me to tie it up and not short enough to be hanging loosely. It just feels like a big balloon floating in the air but at the same time being tied onto the ground. It gets nowhere! I think i need a full jar of wax to get this mess fixed. Completely ridiculous. Utterly mess. Fully crap. Now i wish i never got it cut in the first place.

Since the bad things are happening to me, it gets worse when somebody you wish never to appear in your life again pops into the view out of the blue. It is a completely mindf*cking thing when you get sarcastic message which goes "Studying? really? studying what? i'm so supprise that u still studying. I'm working in singapore right now. i'm earning sing dollar now." What does the last sentence mean? Why must it be there in the first place? HeLLo? Working in Singapore of course you are earning Sing Dollars. aRbuthen? You want USD? Trying to sound he's having a better life than me? Yea, right. I'm not sure you wanna suppress your farts or wanna surprise me with your supprise. First class faggot! And if you wanna play this "i'm xxx now" game, i can come out with a list of things i'm doing which will be 10 times better than what you are doing. I can trash you like a piece of shit if you ever try to be funny with me again and it will be worse when there is a typhoon inside of my head. My reply? "Oh, congratulations then on earning Sing Dollars." You see, I can be the pain on your ass when you least expected. Especially for this kind of people, i don't have to give a second thought at all. Now, listen here, you faggot. Fcuk off from my life cos i do not want to see any "supprise", "supprice" or "surprice" in future. Sakit mata!

p/s: I'm now 200% sure and agree with my feet up that i cannot stand/tolerate immature/childish person. No man ever has a beef with me other than him and that Australian cow. I hope all the sissies rot to death. Damn!