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Compare me to a sloth, there's no way you cannot find the similarities.
My hair is giving me headache for no particular reason. A hint that I should cut my hair? Maybe. Though until now, I haven't really found a hair dresser to my liking. Which is why to the explanation of my weird hair everytime. Either I didn't make myself clear or they don't really get which direction I'm heading towards.
Making a decision gives me headache, settling down, blow my mind out.
As far as I'm concerned, I need to rid this beer belly of mine. It's getting from bad to worst. Oh please, stop me from drinking, anyone really, just anyone.
On the 13th of November, spells my doom day. I'm going for the army's medical check up. I don't remember any particular incident where I have good experiences with the nurses when I was young.
Of course, since now I'm 19, nurses, fantasies, you get the idea.
Damn, I wish I'm damn mature when I was primary 6....
