it's good to be young lah

or at least look young, if you aren't actually young.

going for haircuts when you look like a secondary school boy is good, you get student rates even though you're not entitled to them anymore. being able to take public transport everywhere with your younger brother's ez-link card is awesome too, because you can get away with paying student rates even though your own treacherous ez-link card has started extorting the adult rates from you. sure, you get disregarded by that condescending bitch of a sales assistant at ferragamo in favour of some stupid old guy with far less spending power, but hey, i can live with that. somewhat.

but i hate being called 'boy' by the aunties at the coffeeshop. thank god for the char kway teow lady at lau pa sat who always calls me boss.