Back To Basics.
It was one of the worst days of work today. THE SALON WAS FLOODED WITH WATER!! How? Well, one of our sink pipes that we have been using for about 6 years now, got a hole punch into it. And so we couldn't turn the water off till the plumbers come but just to watch the basin area and the staff room flood. So at the mean time while waiting for the plumbers to arive, me and my collegues we're not junior stylist/assistants no more. More like kampung people or what my collegue said, semi plumbers. I just got my jeans and shoes washed and it got wet and dirty again. pffft. At least we got to go back early after cleaning up the mess.Other than that i have been bored of being blonde. So i decided to go red again. It was actually the first color i did when i started hairdressing..jpg)
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Good Luck
good luck to all those who are sitting for their spm this month. you guys do well and take care.
Live free.
my career is not a joke.my life is not a joke.maybe my lungs are.watch me climb up this ladder.it'll be tough yet suffering,living this life everyday.i'm the youngest there is.the one that people have faith in.the one that i myself have faith in.kid you not, that i'll be one of the best.i'm a fucking future investment.to any hairdresser that hires me.i love them, all of them.that has been there.you are all god given gifts.my friends.my brothers.my family.freedom has been granted.a long long time ago.i do whatever the fuck i want.what more could you ask of?there is nothing more to ask of.only cigarettes and beer.
Light me up.
Me, Matt, Kiki and Lex headed to section 14 for a drink at my uncle's place. Yeap..
Me and kiki with my specs. It's very rare you see me smile in pictures.
Gay boy Matthew.
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Gay boy with my specs on.
Kiki and Matt.
Je M'ennuie De Vous
Time, passed me by.So fast, that i didnt realise.It's been almost a year.Since I lost you.Until today, like every other day.There is never once.You don't cross my mind. Even now, as i am writing this.I ruined it. I've killed it.I carry this burden with me.Still telling myself. What have you done.I've tried. Tried enough.I blame myself.That we are torn apart.That I feel so empty.I miss your comfort,I miss your hugs and kisses,and most of all.I miss you. More than anything.Now I'm just left here.Writing this, with my cigarette.All i have is memories.Memories of you.
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