When You Know Luck Has Left The Building

BOTAK.

Well.

Not literally.

But almost.

What happened?

Karma happened.

"kak nak pendek tp xnk pendek sgt and make sure bole style lagi ok?"

Big mistake.

Result?

Fugly.

Salah aku jugak. Pegi salun celah bedah.

Nak pukul akak tuh? Benda dah lepas.

Nak bakar kedai tuh? Benda dah lepas.

Nak saman kedai tuh? Benda dah lepas.



Kalah rambut kau Amel.

Kalah rambut kau Mikki.

Kalah rambut korang, PLKN dudes.

Okay, maybe my hair is not THAT short.




You can now call me

"fugly botak gangster"

Even though aku tak gangster.

aku baik je.




Talk about gangster

Kat UiTM nanti mesti aku kene buli.

Dah rambut macam ni.

Sialan.






I'm so gonna miss my old hair. My LONG hair.

the final moment

"Lpak sudah. nnt die tmbuh la blk bai."

"haha..ok ah ni.. nnt pnjg blk."

"cun! nnt xde ah pakgad ptg mse reg!"

"alah ko..nk pgi uni kne ah pendek"

Like they would understand how I feel.

My hair is everything to me.

Okay, itu macam gay.

No, my hair is NOT everything to me.

But it definitely plays a large part in my life.

Hari hari main main.

Hari hari pusing pusing.

Hari hari pintal pintal.

Hari hari pacak pacak.

Hari hari ultraman dalam shower.

Bes dol.





Sape nak kawan ngan aku lepas ni? Confirm ramai taknak kawan dah.

"anep botak anep botak haha! jgn kwn ngn die doe!"

Fuck you karma.