What gives one the right to freedom?
Is it a human right?
I was under the impression that it wasn't, here in jj...

Ok...

Went to school as usual.. Met OG mates at canteen (og8), then made my way to the track, for morning assembly, with ching hern and wei jie...

"Eh boy... Your hair ar..." said a voice behind me.

I turned, and saw a teacher.

"Oh, ok...I know..." and i turn away

Then i walked on, thinking of doing my hair in an unspiky way later...

"Eh boy! I talking to you!!"

I turned and gave all my attention to the bugger.

"Ya I know... I'll comb neater later..."

"Why later!! Why yesterday no comb hair!!"

"But I combed my hair neatly yester-"

"What title your hair, boy!?!"

"Huh? What do you mean, 'title'?"

By this time, almost half of the j1s were staring...

"What title hair la, boy!!" said he.

"I don't know what you mean by title, sir"

"Don't know then why you no comb hair?!??!"

By now, I realised that this teacher had an issue with the english language. He seemed to face difficulties with his basic articulation (He probably learned the word "title" during his last days in school... My guess is K1, which explained why it seemed like a big word to him). I continued to look puzzled...

"I really don't know what you're talking about..." I said. Several people cheered or laughed. Can't really tell. They probably knew more about this teacher than I. Then it struck me that he may not be a teacher after all, what with his basic level of intellect...

"You Student Counser!!"

"No, I'm not a Student Counseller..."

"Huh!! Then you what!!"

"Er, just a student?"

"THEN WHAT YOUR TITLE!!??!!"

*sigh*

Again with the big word... His favourite, maybe... As it was among the last few words he learned, including "counser" apparently...

"Erm...." I glanced at several onlookers for help in translation...

"You got kart!!"

Another of his big words...

"You mean my ez-link card?"

"KART!! KART!!"

"Ok... *takes out 'kart'*... here..."

"* waves all five fingers in my face* ...Five clock call me... Intercoomp! Intercoomp!"

Another of his big words, i thought... not again...

"Erm..."

I thought hard. It took all the cunning i possess to work out what he just said. Then something clicked...

"Oh! You mean call you by the intercom?" Laughter rang again...

"Ya lah!! Haiyo..."

*whatever*

Anyways, my hair wasn't long at all. The fringe was done emo style (barely touching the pimple on my forehead, which was like a quarter from my hairline...) The back was spiked up, which explained how he "titled" my hair...

I then worked out that he would give my "kart" back only at 5... School ended at 1... Haiz...

At 1pm...

Worked on I&R...due yesterday...

Anyway, I went back before "Five clock"... Probably would take the kart back tomorrow...

Ok ah!! Thats all so far!!

Cya!!

sang my troubles away @ 12:33 AM