comb in hair...

yeah...which idiot has ever had dat happen 2dem b4...??

me.

it's jz a sucky day4me....started in the mornin when my milk which i keep faithfully in the fridge ws suddenly in inexplicably thick n coagulated.it tasted fine...so i tried shakin it to liquidify it.

unfortunately 4me,the cover ws not tightly on,milk flew all over my study table,ie:all my notes,exp med books-->milk-tilated.
milk on floor,on wastepaper basket....at 5am in the mornin.

fuck.

if i had known at dat tme dat my day ws gonna get worse...i'd hv added more colour to my vocab...

took a bus to uni,as usual.
4got to mention.i'm damn freakin broke now,so takin bus to uni n walkin bac...far cry fr takin cab evry day...thk God we've been safe so far,the stories we hear bout buses,scary.
broke as in REALLY broke,only rp320,000 for 20days til my fixed deposit matures n i can touch the money my parents left me.dat equals to arnd rp11k per day.exchange rate rm1=rp2,400+ do the math.
n the 27th is a sat meanin i can only do the transaction on mon,29th,meanin i hv 2whole days wher i hv NO CASH AT ALL....ARGH!!!
so with all this in mind,i will return to the story of my blasted day..

so as i ws sayin,went to uni.n histo lab ws a HUGE drag....goodness..so freakin irritatin starin at slides.yeah,n at the end of it i put the slides back in the cardboard cover book,picked it up n "piang....(glass breakin sound)"

GREAT.

all eyes on me,all slides on the floor.sophia:"shit...!shit,shit.oh shit..."

1 slide= rp10k...3slides broke=rp30k
for a person who's DIS broke n alrdy hs 2starve for2days.that's lk shit.
thk God 4frens who slumberly pay for u first n not make a big deal about it.
i alrdy owe her so much money!!she actually paid for my credit cuz she knew i ws completely broke.

so now i jz wasted almost rm14 on freakin slides.u noe how many meals i can eat w dat money????

n i head home,take my bath,thk God dat i can hv some rest...
n so i stand in front of my mirror combing my hair,thk God i can rest..den later i hv to do my physio lab report,my biochem lab report,study anat....huh??
my comb's stuck.
tug..tug...it's rily stuck.

tug,tug.pull,untwine.
tug tug tug tug tug tug tug tug tug tug tug tug tug tug tug tug

ARGH...!!!
stare at reflection.
tug tug tug tug,pull pull,untwine,pick,pull,tug...

dis goes on for half an hour but i shal spare my alrdy pathetic number of readers d details...(or readeR..wait,wat m i thinkin.who reads?!)

msg karen,SOS,help...
hw do u tel sum1 u hv a comb stuck in ur hair???
she ws sleepin.
so i had to keep tryin.

comb stuck in hair at 2.45pm.
slept off tryin to wake karen up...karen knocks at 5.30pm.
praise GOD.
now i can get the comb out of my hair,we'll hv a gud laugh,n i cn get back to my work......

half an hour of silence...
"is it dat bad??"

Karen:"erm...."

"oh no...."

K:"it's vry tangled at the tip of the comb(it's a round comb by the way)....."

10min of silence...

K:"i tink u shud go to a saloon."

"oh no...it's dat bad-ar???rily cant be saved?"
K:"it's bad la gal...go ther,dey can help.if cant untangle it,den u'll hv to cut..."

"huh?????dis can only eva happen to me la...wat nut does dis???"

call frens,ask for help..1st instinct,call mr baggy pants,the guy i hv a crush on nw...
n for sum weird inexplicable reason i cudn stop laughin.man,it ws so so so embarrasing!!i tink he got kinda irritated afta a while n when i said i'll hv to calm dwn n call him bac he said:"pls make it quick..." (he's so...not lk dat..mz hv irritatd him to da max.

anyway,when i called him again n told him w GREAT difficulty,in btwn guffaws of laughter,dat i hv a comb stuck in my hair...he quickly understood why i ws laughin so hard..
at dat tme,it seemed funny...he ws like "u hv a WAT?stuck in ur hair>???"
"is it dat bad?try unravellin it?(lk we haven been doin dat 4d past 1hour...)"

soph:"can u do me a huge favour n tk me to ambarukkmo mall to try n untwine it??cuz if cant den i tink it needs to be chopped off(n if u're ther to giv me emo support maybe v cn build our relationship n hopefully u'd like me too....??haha...)"

"try puttin oil??how in the world did a comb get stuck ther???????wat were u doin w the comb????"

soph:"i duno.....jz dun ask...n stop laughin!!!(even tho i ws laughin so hard i ws tearing....)

10 min of oil later...it's stil stuck.
he couldn't take me though...he ws going out ON A DATE w a gal he's intersted in.which is obviously not me...
haha..(laughter is the easiest way to ease the ‘ouch’ of ur heart.)

so dat leaves me w no option but to ask another guy who'd NEVA let me hear the end of it.sigh.change of outlook...nw it seems damn depressin.
called weng kit for help.
at dis point i sounded lk i ws about to cry....so laughter didn't ensue...

he arrived 10min later.
With a whole gang of guys.great!
“weng kit!!!y r dey all here???”
“We jz had to see it.wat did u do la??”
I turned around.all I had to do was stand ther,words were not necc to explain the situation…

N yes,evry1 burst into laughter.
“how the heck did a comb get stuck ther???”…..n yada yada..the usual que u’d ask a gal who has a COMB stuck in her hair.

so i went to amplaz(ambarukkmo mall/plaza).n d lady said who did dis??
sheepishly:"me.."
"u did it to urself???????" (all customers in hair saloon starin at me...sum gals giggling away...argh,cant a gal stick a comb thru her hair n get sum peace???!!!!)

it had to be cut la....
no choice.it couldnt be untangled.
n dis at the point of my 'i-wanna-grow-my-hair-long-cuz-it-looks-damn-sexy-long-n-str8' period.

nw i look poofy.the haircut makes my cheeks look chubby...my rebounded hair is no longer rebonded.

n im 1week more to exam.
sigh...sux.