gawd. sod this. sod the mundane. i mean, i want to live. skydive one day, scuba dive the next. i want to live. ever watched the shit churn when you flush your toilet bowl? yeah. that pretty much feels like watching my like. heh. shit churn. what am i thinking. but then there are the people who really keep you watching the shit. there are people that really love you for who you are, who really care for you. they are the interesting bits of poo poo. the rest is ordinary, mundane, (sometimes) shitty, shit.

note to self: last para left bad taste in mouth. will not say shit too many times in future. and i'm glad that i'm lining down the depressing "Hamamatsu Disappointment". kinda sounds like some disaster like Bloody Sunday, or World War II, or Physics Lessons with 3impasto's favourite co-form. strange, but come to think of it, during history, i didn't so much as even wince when we were told about World War, or the jap occ. seriously. something is wrong with me. i should be wincing. it's human to wince when someone else goes through torture. isn't it? i'm not that sure. humanity can't be defined in that little moment of pity, or sometimes empathy. but the pokerface maybe shows how we treat life today. y'know, a few years ago, i still could see children swinging around and making a total fool of themselves in public. i haven't seen one in 5 months. maybe we are losing emotion. maybe humanity is burying true feelings under a thick facade of personalities we want people to see. gah. but we don't care, do we? we don't care. we don't give a crap to whether we are losing emotions or not. know why?

because it's cool.

oh. and i was like, harassed. was swimming yesterday. then went to the changing room to change. (a-duh) then this guy (really old, balding guy.) was like. checking me out. i kid you not, it is seriously freaky. gawd, it was inappropriate and yet strangely flattering at the same time. i mean, you know why it's inappropriate. (see a counseller if you don't) but it's kinda... weird in a flattering way? i mean.

at least. i know people check me out, right? and it was a guy. ugh. wait. okay. maybe not THAT flattering. wait. i take that back. it was weird. not flattering. weird.

shit. dinner's getting cold on the table. and i can hear my bro snoring away on the sofa. he was watching an action movie. who the *beep* falls asleep during a friggin action movie?!

i think. i'm going to get a haircut. so. to compensate for the absence of yesterday's post. i shall talk about haircuts. i mean. haircuts are a big deal. its the thing that frames your face. its like. on the top of your friggin head. at least if you have like, chest hair, you can hide it in a shirt or something. but how do you hide a bad haircut? you don't. you style it, then say "it's the new thing". yeah. do that, and risk being an idiot. but influencial people do it too. how do you think the beehive thing got so famous in the past? but we all want a good haircut. i mean. like posh beckham. coll bob. i remember everyone started imitating her. i admit. that bob is pretty cool. but then she got a haircut. behold. there's also the good. and the i-stuck-my-head-in-the-hairdryer. heidi klum, that was. hair DOES make a difference. take for instance, a guy now. chad michael murray. on one tree hill. (courtesy of gofugyourself.com) anyway. chad michael once had long hair. yea. and a haystack. and a gay partner. kidding. he's straight. haha. but the point is. haircuts are important. now, i'm going to get mine. i REALLY REALLY hope my barber gets it right. oh God please.

pre-haircut.
life goes on.