Oh rly?

I CUT MY FUNKING HAIR.

I'VE GOT NO MORE LONG HAIR, ONLY SPIKES THAT ARE MEANT TO PIERCE THROUGH REINFORCED TITANIUM BLOCKS.

OMFG.

6th Jan.

0900: Woke up and came online. Read stuff about PSP like I usually do. Unlike the other days I rise early from my bed to get a proper haircut in order to make myself more marketable to the work force.

1000: Bath and prepared for the trip to the saloon. Thought about what I wanted to do with my hair. Priority No. 1 Hair must be long. Period.

1015: On the road to the saloon Wai Tuck had his hair done, passed by APT. Still closed, moved on, found a parking space right opposite the salon.

1020: Initiated operation Get My Hair Cut. Stormed the front. Found Aunties waiting. Shit. Waited with Aunties. Nothing to do. Wished that I brought PSP to show off. Took magazine from drawer. All female related. No Choice, settled with FEMALE.

1030: The fella came, asked me what I wanted with my hair. In Chinese. Mentioned priority No. 1. Established mission objective with stylist. He mumbo jumbled something which I didn't understand completely, I nod.

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I DIDN'T FUCKING KNOW THAT HE WAS GONNA CUT IT SHORT. ASSSSSSSS!

1040: Watch in disbelief when hair came off slowly.. More hair came from me than the auntieSSSS combined. Made weird faces. He came out with funny scissors and continued with his work.

1100: Almost done, started to style my hair (THERE'S NO MORE FUNKING HAIR!!! FOOOLS!) in different ways, found one nice NOTTT! NEVER! Washed hair, blow dried, gel the hair a little more. Paid..

AND LEFT THE FUNKING PLACE FOR GOOD.

Msg-ed sis, Wai Tuck, Suet Lee, Sue Lynn and some other people

"I now belong to some emo punk cult with spiked hair. SHIT"

SHIT.