and i'm tall

so it's good old chinese new year, where we all get to meet some distant relatives that one time each year, and collect red packets from them.

so this year everyone found something new to say about me. the usual "wah, you're so tall already," has turned into "wah, why you never/don't want to cut your hair?"

this is much great fun, of course. i forgot to think of a nice and cool way of telling them why i don't wanna cut my hair. something to the extent of "because i like," would probably do well.

anyway, it was quite interesting listening to them telling me the various pros and cons of cutting /not cutting my hair. if you haven't realised, the pros were applied to cutting and the cons to not cutting.

like how my hair causes pimples, or how there is a 'light' on my forehead that is used to ward off evil and that by covering it, i can't ward off evil and will be forced to be evil and kill everybody and take over the world.

blah blah. looking at my cousins, it seems that their idea of 'hair' is short and spiked and brownish and such weird shits, which i think looks stupid by the way.

besides, they wear pink! PINK! and other weird shits like long sleeved botton-shirts done up all the way.

so obviously i don't want to be like them. and my hair isin't exactly long anyway.


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