i found our own local fountain of youth. it's the barber downstairs. now i'm 18. down 7.
hi peeps, i'm 18. don't forget to lock the door on your way out k coz u know i'm just 18 ppl might come in and offer me sweets and later kidnap me and sell me away at these cambodi@n orph@nages.
wtf. it's now too short. i'm never going to be satisfied with my haircuts, ever.
barber: amacam?
me : pendek
barber: macam mana pendek?
me : pendek lah. tak nak crew cut
barber: ok
me : mmmm (relishing that i'm giving my life away)
barber: *slope the side of my head* belakang macam ini? pendek?
me : *makes snipping action with hands* potong
barber: ini mau?
me : potong
barber : depan mau?
me : potong
i swear to god if he points at my manhood i'm going to kick his nuts.
the good thing about this is, my worries all go away. no need to worry if i can get the girl or not. coz with this looks, the girl will dump me for sure! no more worries! HURRAY!
hand me my pacifier please, somebody. and oh remember to lock the door on your way out, coz uh... i'm 18.
