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Thursday, July 23, 2009

i am so easily contented. and sometimes, you wonder if that is a good or a bad thing.

FINALLY, after like erm months months and many months, i shall head down to the hair salon to get my hair cut tmr.

you know how you have the lil' butterflies in your stomach when the hair dresser starts snipping your hair away, and you start to worry if he/she really knows what she is doing. cos its like as if the more they cut, the shiok-er they get.

the funny thing is how i never talk to the hair dresser while she/he is cutting your hair. cos you know, not everyone can multi task. no talking equals more concentration placed on your hair. hahaha k believe it or not, thats my logic la ah.

and above all, if it all turns out terrible.

you tell yourself,
no worries, hair can grow one.


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