I seriously wonder… please… tell me… what is so interesting about me that you can’t seem to stop talking about or notice? It puzzled me…
I came to work today… with a different style of hair then I usually do… well the reason is actually I can’t find my Getsby Wax… I knew someone took it… well that’s a different story…
When I arrive at the office… the first person to say something about my hair was surprisingly the guard… that’s the thing… I knew the guard… he’s a foreigner… I never talk to him… just the wave of the hand every morning… or nudge of the head… that’s all… but today… he said “change hair ?”.. His English is not that good for a conversation… I just smile… and walk off… it doesn’t end there… Mael was infront of the lif… he looks at me and said… “Apesal rambut kau bro?” and I was like… what??? I change the conversation topic right away.
As I reach the office… and walk to my desk… it gets better… everyone who look at me said “Hey you look different”… “You look like a good boy… owh.. It’s the hair”… damn it… it’s not like I went bold or anything… just that I use a different type of gel then the one that I usually used… what to to… my Getsby wax is stolen…
I’m considering of living in a cave now… maybe that is discreet enough of a place to be in…
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