walking somewhere (hopefully)

i met my mom for lunch today. she could not understand why i would wanna look older than i actually am. so i told her that since i'm gonna get a car, i needed to save on luxuries like a new razor blade. haha.

anyway, this is coming off as of tomorrow morning:



besides, i've developed a pretty irritating habit of stroking the damn pseudo-goatee when i'm in deep thought...i know, it's fucking ah bei.

but then again, having a goatee doesn't make me any more the wiser. sometimes i also don't know where i'm walking to...i just pray that it's to somewhere. you know what i mean?

cheers. =)