Chop Chop Chop

On Sunday morning, my dad brought me out for a haircut. It's those kind of cheap hairdressers you know. So I told the guy I wanted him to shorten my fringe, and to slightly trim the edges of my hair. And he went ahead and started "chopping" the hair off =.= Omg... HEART PAIN MAN. Seeing my hair on the floor :(

I went to church, and when I wore the choir robe, the guys from rmj were saying they didn't recognize me. And Feb choked out an "ohmyGod" and said he thought I was a guy. GREAT. I was a guy with heels =.= Yesterday, my mum was like,"you're wearing jeans ah?" Then I said,"what... now I'm a guy with boobs and polkadot flats? =.="

I can totally pass of a guy if I dun wear my specs, don't talk, wear an oversized tee and baggy jeans, and wax up my hair. Yeap... can totally pass off as one. URGH. I'LL CHOPPPPPP that bloody hairdresser for choppin off my hair!! ARGH.