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"Kevin, would you like to remember to COMB your hair properly?"
"Kevin, everyone would be pleased if only you weren't THIS smelly."
"Kevin, have your hair CUT."
Ok, that's normal.
"Kevin, lose that tummy."
"Kevin, you'd better have some manicure."
"If you're fresh, every girl will come."
-mom-
Oh.
Ok, I admit I want the last one. :D But not the rest.
One.
I'm not metrosexual.
Two.
I don't care with (proper) appearance.
Three.
What's wrong with me?
I'm always happy with this granted life. (Despite only 159 cm tall and stuck on it until now, fat tummy, slow brain, and unattractive) Do not bother me with that. Yes I'm plain. But something plain between a lot of similiar colourful things, plain's unique.And inside, I'm colourful.
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Tuesday, June 9, 2009
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