I miss my disobedient curly-wurly hair

Hello again.

It has been a long time since I talked about life,
It has been a long time since I hypnotise people to sleep as they read through.

You know what.
Nevermind.

I won't talk about my boring life.

But the highlights.

:p


The most important ones comes first,
You might have guess it.


Hair.


I went for my first haircut in like 6 months.
My mission was clear;
To trim my fringe so I can wink at female.
Cats.

They're tight and furry.
Just the way I love it.

So anyway about hair.

It so happens that the saloon hairstylist recommends stuff to do about my hair.

Layers, trim non-fringes and bla bla.

Being that easy-going customer I am,
I accepted.
Foolishly accepted.

I shall now post a picture of Alan Casablanca for your viewing pleasure.
And umm, apologies for doing disgusting poses.


This is him before that retarded haircut.




All macho-ed up and curls in heavy traffic.
With sound-dampening side-bangs.

Oh and smoking is bad for your health.


All because he took someone's advice,
The minority that dare says my fringe is fucking irritating and it should be burnt.

Meet Alan Casablanca,
The tranvestite.




They said longer hair makes me look girly.

But wtf, I sacrificed my hair just to prove them wrong.
And my fucking fringe now looks like siput tengah baring.

Go figure out what it means.

And this.

This disgusting pic.




P/S: That's the shirt I'm wearing for graduation ceremony later. If you see anyone in that shirt just say hello to him. Or her, whatever you think he looks like.

My back hair...
God...

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BACK HAIR YOU FUCKING SCISSORS-WIELDER

It looks all so flat now.
And those layers, doesn't go along with my curly fries.

I miss my hair.
Nuff' said.


And I made a pretty interesting discovery.

Wawa and me could be related, by blood.
And Naz hold a bet with me that if we ARE related,
I had to treat him to Madjack and movies.

My grandmother,
Seems to be so similar to her description of her, well, some kind of grandmother.

Her grandmother's husband's 3rd or 4th wife.

I don't know what you call that.
But the name, the appearance description.

And both stayed in Malaysia.

Amusing.
Good friends for years only to know we are related.

Scary.
Because I can't picture myself calling Wawa "Kakak".

Heart-breaking.
To see my money flying towards Naz.

Damn it.
To my haircut.

Well at least I didn't get this.





I can do jambuls now,
Lan