Yeah, I got a haircut.
My hair looks like grass now after the lawn-mower crashed due to a technical failure.
Or the typical Malaysian football field in residential areas after a 2-year drought.
I'm tempted to say like a garden sprayed with three aerosol cans of weed killer.
But that would be a hyperbole.
I stayed quiet through my haircut.
Out of a bit of shock, a bit of frustration, but mostly due to the resignation that what has been cut can't be put back...
...Nasi sudah menjadi bubur.
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