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Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Ever since I lost my good old trustworthy motorola, 99.997% of my friends had requested to walk behind me when I'm out in town, so that they can catch my phones when I dropped them.

Well, I guess it wasn't really my fault this time round. What doesn't belong to you will never.

I think since the start of the holiday, the major incidents that happened will be my motorola and of course my bloody short hair.

Never in my life I will have short hair again. NEVER OKAY.

I never wanted to have short hair when I went to the salon. It was the hairdresser with the damn cutting hair fetish.

MUST BE HER.

Either that, or she just cannot understand english.

Oh well, now I'm just considering doing these new hair clip extension thingy at fabulous tan.

It's cheap at least.

Funny har, pay to cut hair, now i pay to make my hair long.

BANG.

XOXO

shortermemorygirl 12:16:00 AM