Last night I got a haircut. My brother Mikko said I look like I'm in grade 4. Btw, he's in grade 6.
The happiest person about my haircut was my mother. I believe her exact words were, "Hindi ka na mukhang adik."
My poor mother. She used to have such high hopes for me, like I dunno, becoming a hotshot corporate lawyer, or a famous politician, that sort of thing. Now she's just happy to settle for me not looking like the antichrist.