it's father's day today, 

my father came tumbling when the wooder chair he sat on broke into two. yes TWO.

the same father, who cannot go through the gates unless he walks out sideways.

people, just imagine how happy i was. 

i could barely curb my sinister laugh.

call me mean, but no one can actually understand the hatred i feel for my father. so be it. 

i simply have to remember this day in history.

that's something old (family issues), 

(i don't know why i find this that big a deal, 

but it is to me. i am such a hair person.)

this is something new. 

so hello to bangs, which still itch like a monkey's ass.

(and hello world, i am on facebook after eons of  " i lazy la")

(credits to kidd, who thinks she's the best for snapping this picture so candidly, when i don't even remember what i was doing or what i was staring so intently at)

i haven had bangs since this.

since i was sixteen, naive and  such a truly, happy kid. 

well the bangs then we blunt and nothing nice.

and with the new bangs, comes a series of brenda song lookalike pictures.

i scare myself nuts when i look at them, but here's some.

oh and they also bring a slew of unwanted centre-parting bangs shots.

laugh ya'll, it truly is amusing.

sometimes the bangs looks great, sometimes it looks like a seasoned broom.

it looks better in person, that's a yes. 

in pictures, i look like a freaking flat prata.

well, bangs story is over.

and as you can clearly see, i have gained weight, i have extra flabby arms, thighs and face.

and as of now, i have 4 fuckin pimples on my face.

save me from myself really.

this is depressing, school, driving, odd jobs is draining.

gahhh. good bye