actually, i forced him to cut his hair. 'cause i couldn't stand the sight of seeing him with such long hair. i hate guys with long hair. i must emphasize on this: I LOVE GUYS WITH SHORT HAIR.
and i'll be totally in love with guys who have short hair!
just like him.
see, it's so neat now. so clean. don't even have to see him having bad hair day everyday.
i was so afraid that he might get so mad and grumble about his really short hair. he loves long hair. i was praying so hard. 'cause he never fails to complain about his hair after cutting it. it never ends unless i lied to tell him that he still looked good. he all i did to his hair was to tell the hairstylish: "just cut it short." it's a risk.
well, i can predict that he will be spending time looking into the mirror when he's back home. oh ya! ithis makes me realise why he was so long in the toilet just now.
anyway, bf been wearing the jacket i bought. totally melt me to death. like so YO! and he puts in hand into the 2 front pocket, just like how i always do. so, imagine us waking down the street, both doing the same thing: putting our hands in the front pockets.
bf taste of dressing changed alot. from the old-school-uncle to a-bit-more-modern-guy. of course, you have to see who he is with now: ME! he will be so much better if he throw away that army pants of his. i hate the sight of it.
look at the shoes, i choose it. look at the 3-quarter pants, i choose them. look at his shirts, i choose them. look at his belt, i choose it. look at his watch, i choose it. look at his hair, i demand for it.
imma like doing everything for him. eg, searching for jobs. especially, cleaning up his room. he can call me and ask me where did i put his things. like his time sheets, tv controls, clothes and so on. don't you think i'm a maid?!
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