Seriously, i think i have a phobia of cutting hair. Not sure why though. It seems like every boy's dream in secondary school is to keep his hair as long as possible. I can't deny that i dont have that attitude too. Haha. It just comes naturally.

So, being caught for the first round of hair check, i went to the salon near the market to cut my hair.

Dunno why but its like my heart is set on stepping into the bloody front door but my legs keep turning away = =

Then here is the retarded thing.

When it was my turn to cut, the auntie asked me what haircut i wanted.
Here is the conversation. WORD FOR WORD.

auntie: " so what haircut do you wan?"

jon: " thin can already. dont cut
short. "

auntie: " okokok. "

jon: " THIN ONLY HOR. don't cut
short. "

auntie: " okok. "

so she started cutting. Without my specs i couldnt see very well. So i didn't say anything as she cut. It was only until when i put my specs on at the end then i realised.

jon: " AUNTIE. I THOUGHT THIN ONLY?!?! WHY CUT SO SHORT??? "

auntie: "
AIYA YOU FROM GONG JIAO (CAT HIGH) MAH. SCHOOL STANDARD VERY HIGH ONE. "

jon: " I FROM GONG JIAO ANYTHING TO DO WITH MY HAIR??????????"

Fcuk sia. Now i have a damn high slope for a haircut.
Emotionally scarred for life already.

Next time anyone try to convince me to cut hair has a better chance of getting eaten by a shark on a mrt.


Now i look at myself in the mirror and will say
" WALAO EH ******!! "