chair (i.e. car + hair)

"eh. u throw the clutch again ah. cannot ah," instructor 3 said for the 428th time. "what did he teach u ah? i also duno. um. ah."

I felt a sudden protectiveness for Instructor 1 who took me for my first 2 lessons, chatted with me, encouraged me, told me about his life, made me laugh, put me at ease. Who was this Instructor 3, lounging and pressing away at his pda to insult the one who awoke the Driver in me???

"ok ok." this instructor was anywhere but encouraging. but his insults pushed me above his discouragements.

driving is getting booorrrriiinnnngggggg.

or perhaps i was just restless today? an unrest brews. and hence, i had to do something to my hair.

do u know we humans intrinsically response to stress by cutting our hair? i've seen it happen so many times during the sch term, esp close to exams. wah, suddenly everyone short hair. or BLONDE/RED/ORANGE hair.

i went to extend my hair. does that mean i'm adding on stress to myself? symbolically it could be so.

but WHO CARES. i finally have Desir(ee)-able hair. something a truckload of conditioner could never do to mine. KEKEKE.

speakin about cars and hairs (which combine to form the form Chair), i remember a joke i once told in primary one when i was in class 1/5 of Ngee Ann Primary School. i was as cute as a button then (before the mandatory period of looking chao obiang and chubby), a good student, adored (and hence teased to death) by a korean boy (NO KIDDING YOU!) and rather shy and girly.

the joke was told during one of those rare moments where i didn't feel so shy or girly and was acting rather bubbly and noisily (i think all my inner nonsense, having been kept dormant for so long, is now bursting out in a incessant overflow upon puberty's finis). and this is it.

apparently, i was trying to warn someone or tell someone about a Chair. but said person didn't hear me. so i was telling a group of friends:

"You know, he (meaning the someone i was talking to previously) couldn't hear me. i said Chair. he thought he heard Hair."

*everyone laughs*

"Den i said Chair again and he heard Air."

*everyone laughs*

that's it. because there is no such word as Ir.

i still remember feeling amazed that i spoke in public to a GROUP that day. and that i told a joke! Me! i can't tell jokes to save my hair extensions!

now i'm simply amazed that ppl laughed at that. oh, the silliness of p1 kids. hilarious to the max. i have another primary sch story to tell about how a guy and a girl got attached in p4 when they were flanking me in class. hilarious. maybe next time.