In 13 days, October 11th 2006 to be exact, I would have not cut my hair for 2 years. (Minus the 500th-day sideburn trim.)
I think I’ll keep it for a while, still, for I have found more reasons to treasure my hair lately. For one, it’s never the same; meet me 3 months later and you’d think I had a different hairstyle. What cheaper way to have different styles of hair than to leave it to grow through phases? (short, slight thickness, poking your eyes, poking your nose, poking your mouth, so heavy your hair doesn’t puff, shoulder-length, long-enough-to-tuck-under-armpits-length, covering-your-bosom-length, covering-your-navel-length, replacing-your-… er, nevermind.)
My plan, after growing it till it makes no difference, would be to make dreadlocks, and then go bald, and then look like a boy again. But then I’d miss headbanging like so.
(Credits to smashpOp for taking these pictures.)
Anyway.
I was at my distraught-friend‘s birthday party, sitting at this rather quiet sober table with this guy and two hot chicks. Let’s label them hot chicks as Lisa and Shel.
The guy was telling stories about how he was hopelessly gentlemanly with girls, and how his friends tell him off for being a nice guy.
He once bought a girl a Hush Puppy, stuffed a RM1
wahahahah!
i wanna know i wanna know!! *chants*
=p
*nazi salute*
ShaolinTiger: Damn, how’d you know? Anyway, I said that I play guitar. She then asked if I play bass as well. Yeah, I said. Then birthday girl said that she brought her guitar in case the party needed spicing up, and that it was in her room (which was also allocated for bonking, as it was her policy to always designate a bonking room at parties). I got up to walk there, and Shel followed, hopping behind, as if she was going "YEAY YEAY I get to see a hottie play guitar!"
I sat on the bed, tuning the rusty-strung guitar up, and tested the sound of the guitar. "Sing lah!" she said. I couldn’t think of anything, so I did a Search song. Yes, a hair metal band. As I was doing double-bends during the solo, the third string snapped! "Shit, I broke her G string."
"It’s okay. Do you wanna play with my G string?" She winked, walked to the door and locked it, and came to sit next to me.
I don’t kiss and tell, but you can pretty much guess what happened.
omg, damn kau long wei your hair.
OMG U GOT LAID
Hahaha lucky bastard 😀
I kept my hair for 5 years before I chopped it last year for prom. you’ll never believe the number of people who are more than willing to help me saw that bunch of hair off. Damn thick can die.
Your hair so damn nice kay. Can do advert. Kalah hair models. and uhh… sambung la citer!!! imagination not power enough to draw a conclusion to that story.
Dude, your hair makes you look like somebody in Iron Maiden…or is it Megadeth’s Dave Mustaine 😮
Not everyone can carry long hair…It’s nice on you.. Haha..
Only if the rest of the story involves you getting laid 😉
i bet Shel was checking you out too.. 😉
your awesome hair
I shall keep my hair long until I get laid.
LoLz~!
long hair’s good as long as it’s clean. yours looks clean 🙂
whoa albert! ur hair has gone reallllyyyyy LOOONNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!!!
You look very good in this picture…
Somehow reminds me of Brokenscar though. haha..
And i wanna hear your sex story!!! hehehe…
i love your hair!