Reservations are now open!

Hi there people! I've been feeling kinda bored these days, so if any of you need a date, i'm open! If you're a girl, welcome! If you're a guy, go jump off a cliff. And if you're still alive after that, go sell your house and give the money to the poor, then jump again. Or you could sell the house first and then jump. Makes no difference to me.

Anyway, there seem to be some tiepoes in the previous poses. I better ficks damn.

I've been pretty much very bored these days and I need a place to go hang around and shake a leg or two. (Good thing I brought a spare!) I'm seriously looking forward to that BBQ party that Damien's holding next week, though I seriously wish he'd just let go of it. It'll be awesome. I've seen the pool area of his condo, and it's sweet! It's like a villa. So we'll be eating BBQ and enjoying the scenery. (It's at a pool! Hint hint!)

You better ask Damien if you want to come cause he hates unwelcome visitors a lot. *Flashback*

Damien: Target locked.

*End of Flashback*

More like end of life actually.

Alvin you prick

What have you got against suspense, Alvin? You just had to sever our ties. *hint hint*

Anyway, even though the tie for the poll has been broken, I'm still going to keep it there for the holidays or so. Or maybe for all eternity if I can keep procrastinating. I'll think of an excuse. Maybe later.

Meanwhile, I've been doing errands for my mom to get some cash and save up for that DS I've been eyeing. Really. These include photoshoping and household errands.

I'm being useful. How low can I stoop?

I'm also working on a coloured manga of my own. Some of the characters are inspired by real-life people I know.

And by the way, It's shonen. Sorry people.

Resurrection

Blogger lives once more! My posting page is now back to normal, and so is my hair. Now, it only bursts footballs. Just the way I like it.

The hair poll has come to a conclusion (finally). It is therefore obvious that the population which views this blog is divided upon whether it is weird or not. Speaking of which, my hair is returning to normal lately. It seems to have sunken down a bit.

And my mom wants to start blogging. Right now she's asking me how to start a blog, and I'm telling her that I'm busy blogging so ask me later.

Yesterday was FREAKIN boring. Stuck at home surfing www.mobile9.com for handphone games. the world wide web never got so boring before. I was so bored I broke down and web and web.

Yeah... here's the poll. I've decided to screw the whole comment vote thing because it's unproffessional. A stefanie says that do things must always be proffessional, so ergo.

Shudder please revote, or you will not be allow to vote in the next poll.

Here's the picture of the UF- er, hair.

Einstein
The Blogger posting screen has been screwing up real bad lately. Either the font and insert image buttons don't appear, or top is left and back is foward. I don't know what to do anymore, but at least my spelllllllling is stilil fnie.
Anyway, since I'm starting to look like an outright pretty boy, I went out for a hair cut after the Sunday church service. It's near my house, so my unc just drops me off there and sends my mom back home directly. Anyway, I walk into the salon and ask for a "short" in Chinese. Apparently, that was my first mistake.
The hairdressers were all women, so maybe their perception of "short" might not be what my perception of short is. I'm not trying to be sexist or anything (I don't even have to try sometimes, unforturnately), but you can't deny that when it comes to hair, a guy's "short" and a girl's "short" are completely different, as is a guy's definition of "a short amount of time on the Playstation 2".
So she starts by cutting the sides of my black stuff with a scissors. Now this is very unusual. No, not the scissors part. I know what a scissors is for. I'm not an amateur when it comes to cutlery. But usually, all the previous barbers I've been to (all male, I think) start by pulling out that ticklish (stop giggling) shaver of theirs (You really have to stop giggling now). They shave mostly the top first then move on to the side. She started off by cutting the sides first. So I got a bit worried and asked whether she knew I wanted a full trim. She said yes. I said okay and start staring at the mirror again. Then she suddenly stops cutting.



REST YOUR EYES.



BUY A MERCEDES BENZ.




Anyway, she starts yanking parts of my hair up and outright snips them off. This may sound like a vasectomy but it's true. She grabs regions of my black stuff and snips them off, then grabs the next portion...
NOTE: When a barber asks how old you are or what level of education you're at, they're not trying to socialise. They're trying to find out how much they should charge. BEWARE.
SECOND NOTE: Saying you're in kindergarden is not a very good excuse. I'll have to get back to you later. I have to tend my wounds.
This method of barber... er... barbeque was very enlightening an experience for me. But it did produce a very different result:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v208/SamSima/Hairtastrophy.jpg
Being the guy I am, I'm setting up a poll of whether you think the hairstyle is weird or not. Please state your reasons why of why you think the hair is weird besides "it's on Samuel". oh yeah, please put the votes as comments for this entry, cause I don't wanna do spring cleaning on the tagboard. Thanks.
Until my hair grows again... Later...

I'm sorry ladies. It's the truth.

Judgement

I went on a blog hopping tour just recently. about five minutes ago actually... Why can't poeple try their best to not make people look bad?

So everyone else has awesome flash animation, awesome layouts, awesome color schemes, and awesome candid shots? So what? I have a secret weapon...

Inadequecy

Oh this is just *** great. Apparently I have been wasted a chance of watching Spiderman 3 for free because my dad was in a BAD mood. Tough luck, man.

I ask him this afternoon, he says if I have revised my sh*t today, and since it's my responsiblity to get the grades I want (or rather, what he wants), then go ahead and watch the movie. I swear I saw his eyes light up when I said "free".

I tell him I'll study Bio in the evening cause I have to get the notes first.

Then in the evening, he sees me listening to some music and tells me that he knows what's going on. Yeah right, you know what's going on. So.. what is the devil planning now? ANYWAY, he tells me that I had better stay at home tomorrow, and that I had better remove those earphones cause he can't see how I can study and listen to music at the same time. Apparently, he can't see a LOT of things.

So yeah. I guess he'd just have to pay for that DVD then.

PS: ****************. That is all.

Creation

Hey there guys. The layout is crappy Minima Black again cause I'm fixing something currently. I'm going to make a manga-style header ,so watch out.

Whoa

Hey there guys. Apparently I overslept today and didn't attend remedial. But hey, the sleep is worth it, so shove it up.

I actually have time off now, so ladies... For the last few weeks, most of my otherwise free time would have been spent on a rehearsal. A drama rehearsal. It was this thing every class was asked to do. You may be surprised by the overwhelming response, but there is a reason behind everything. This is fully graded.

Well all that cash spent on Ikea props (because SOMEONE can't nail three pieces of wood together without calling upon Bahamut) and all those hours of gay rehearsal were worth it.

And you thought your rehearsals were abundant?

It seems that we all know each others' lines.

Many a spare period have we blurted out each other's lines for no reason.

"Son AH! How's prison life? Yah lah, freedom is good. I support the idea. But then ah, you go talk so much duty free shopping! I'll call you when I reach a bloody prison jell cell! As I have told you numerous times before, I think we all need to pay for her latte."

Adios for tonight.