again! again!

okay, remember the aussie-hair-disaster?

history repeats itself wei.

everytime before i pack my bags and leave earth for mars (dont understand these terms?), this urge of needing to visit the barber will peak la. though everyone will tell me that my hair's still short and that i dont need to get em trimmed, id still gather some balls and make my way to see THE barber. its a freaking disease wei!

and hey its not freaking easy you know. ask anyone wearing high powered glasses, or in plain terms, almost @.@ people their experiences with barbers i tell you.

when they start trimming your precious hair, youd need to remove your glasses and stare at your super blurred self. and when the barber finishes, you'll get the shock of your life. its far mightier than riding the roller coasters i tell you.

okay so this time, i went with my usual spikey hairstyle, and i said to him.

"just make it a wee bit short alright?"

"okay" while he shakes his head a little.

and i proceed to remove my glasses and started hoping for the best.
so after some 10 minutes, he prompted:

"are you sure your dad will be okay with this hairstyle?"

JENG JENG JENG I TELL YOU. GOODNESS ME!

yes, best hairstyle in the world i tell you!:

aiyerrr. im so angry i dont know what to say now.

rawr, rawr, RAWRRR!

then i had no other ways lor. what else can i do with that kind of hairstyle?
chop that thing at the top off la.

i mean luckily he asked that question wei. if he finishes his job without telling me, seriously i can just morph into a ostrich liao.

stuck my head into the soil for the next 3 months. and prolly cant pull em out when my hair grows and stuck there forever.

so now i look like this:

ohyes. 'yay-ness'.

sigh. have mercy. dont laugh at me when you see me okay?

pleaseee... o.O