Alright, this time, i only have ONE person to fuck.

No. Not a girl.

And not that im gay.

But really.

FUCK YOU KNNCCB BARBER.

Really.

"Leave my fringe as it is, just layer the rest."

And he fucking cut off my fringe.

"okok, stop cutting my fringe now, and leave the sideburn as well. I want them."

And he fucking cut them off as well.

DOES HE FUCKING KNOW ENGLISH?

maybe he knows hsilgne instead.

Really. Pubor barber.

I swear never to return to that asshole shop again. $14 hair cut at a salon, im fucking going there no matter what. I'd rather have a meal less than carry a bad cut for 2 months. FUCK.

My hair is already so cui... now he just goto make it WORST.

FUCK. PUSSY BARBER.

Anyways,

I was bored and went to read Huimin's blog. *ding ding* Hell years since i've read hers.

And i saw that fucking google video

GOOGLE FTW!!

I'M SO GONA GONA GONA GONA FUCKING WORK THERE IN FUTURE!!!

YAHOOOO!!!

erm nono. its...

GOOOOOOOGLLEEEEEEEE

well, maybe yahoo is ever more....

BOOMZ

I have begun to speak sophistically over the last few weeks.

I have begun thinking off extremely complex issues which an 18 year old shouldnt be thinking at the moment.

I feel old.

I've feeling extremely comfortable speaking to old people yet i feel disgusted when i speak to young people.

I have this inexplicable disgust about the content youth speaks. Like what they say has no substance, no content to contemplate about.

But when the veterans speak, i enjoy them. I love their wisdom, their experiences.

But then i feel like I'm 81 years of age.

As if i will be closing my eyes this very night.

And waking up the very next morning, looking at my mummy and daddy peering back from their car seat at me. Looking at me smile as i still couldn't speak a word.

As i am still heavily guarded in my baby seat.

When everything in front of me seemed so innocent, so pure, so harmless.

Where i feel secure in mama's arms.

Where i feel happy with papa's singing.

Where i steadily fall...back into deep sleep.