Cheryl Ho's Blog; the art of conversation

To Cut Or Not To Cut?!

I found some older photos (well not thaaaat old lah) taken with my mobile.

I saw this photo of me in short hair mid of last year.
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I damn stress weh. You know you get those dilemma kinda shit, where should you do this, or should you not. Or should you do this, or should you do that?

Ahhh.

Stress stress stress.

Okay I know I’m making a big deal out of a small shit. Just let the girl whine and rant a bit lah okay. Tonight cannot sleep. Well not literally cannot, but.. just can’t seem to fall asleep so soon.

So yes.

SHOULD I CUT MY HAIR OR SHOULD I NOT????

Someone please enlighten me!

I’ve been wanting to grow my hair long again. But my hair is taking light years to grow, seriously. And those of you who knows me and my patience level right, hmmph. Hence, exactly my point.

Okay enough with the girly dilemma. Here’s a short story for today. (Lately I telling a lot of stories ah. Tsk, what to do. Lifeful. lul)
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I met up with Bren the other day after her college in KL.

I was suppose to pick her up from her college (ATC). ACTUALLY RIGHT, I DO know where her college is. The left turning immediately after the round about, right next to the temple. The same road to go to Petaling Street.

But somehow, or another. I made the wrong roundabout turn. And ended up getting lost, in Kuala Lumpur, for 1 hour, and 30 minutes.

I could find my way to Imbi, Timesquare, Low Yat, KLCC all that. Just couldn’t find the way back to Jalan Petaling where Bren’s college is at. At one point when I was lost, I nearly took the wrong turning which would have leaded me back to Petaling Jaya; Meaning home. -.-

I was navigating on GPS while Bren was also on the line with me, with her college mates trying to navigate me as well. And of all times, Gypsy (GPS) chose to fail me at that very moment that day. Gypsy took me in circles and circles and circles. Ohmygod yuno.

1.5 hours. Applause, no?

Well then, yeah. I finally found my way back to the same roundabout where I initially came from. Only this time, I took the correct turning at the roundabout, thank God. (If i didn’t, I would seriously literally shoot myself).

Picked Bren up. And met her two college mates who were really nice people, navigating me. According to Bren, they wanted to meet me, cos they said, “This one confirm typical girl driving on road and directions and navigations, fail.”

Embarassment.

Sexist! Hahah.
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We went to Sg. Wang. And some epic moments in the carpark, seriously. I think Bren will never forget how our heartbeats stopped for like 2 seconds after the reverse I made in the carpark.

HAHHAAHHAHA.

Some ride she had with me. Priceless. =)

On the way back home, well we decided to leave like 6:30pm, hopefully the traffic would be LESS jammed. But……..
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Ahhhhhh.

Selut maximum.

We were so bored and fed up during the traffic jam. We both were talking cock stories, singing songs that were played on the radio. And there was one point, where we acted out Kenan & Kel’s famous slogan (it’s a real classic Nickelodeon show).

Saw how fail.

Haha.

Okay lah, I conned you. I said short story, but ended up, not very “short”.

Today I hyperactive man. I feel like I can type and blog the wholeeeee day wtf.

I MUST STOP.

Laters.
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Yours truly,
Cheryl, I want to watch Breaking Benjamin Benjamin Button!