Went for a haircut yesterday... like... the ultimate haircut. But ironically it wasn't because of the cut.

So they bring us with police and all to this big ass shopping centre in the city. Its huge... like, takashimaya size or something.

Everywhere people are watching and shouting mr worlds mr worlds... Security guards on every floor saluting... outside the salon, like all the shop keepers and hair stylists lined up on both sides shouting welcomes in unison. We were like what the hell?!

Inside the hair salon, they wash your hair, and you know how they usually massage your scalp abit when they do that? We were given the full vip treatment or something apparantly... head massage, neck, back, arms, fingers, wtf! They even did the painful pressing and cracking of bones and all that shit.

So after that we went shopping! And all the shops I went to... like adidas or nike... they have all this shit in singapore anyway... and its only slightly cheaper so I screwed it.

Made friends with some of the dudes in the national wushu school, guo kang, kai wei and feng feng. Feng feng is this 11 year old kid who can do 6 backflips in 3 seconds. -_-


Anyway the hairstylists came to do the pre final hair styles and stuff. Pointers and stuff... and they said I did a pretty good job so yeah!


Nowadays when I look at myself in the mirror I have trouble recognizing myself.

2 more days and I'll be home sweet home.

I just want to go and rape orchard road right now.