Heed those words, and you'll never have as many bad hair days as I do.
It all started one fine day when I lookied into the mirror and decided that my fringe was too long. Feeling 'menggatal' I grabbed hold of a pair of sissors and snipped a few inches off it.
Cutting your own hair is so damned addictive, I tell you. So there I was, in front of the sink mirror, snip snip snipping away happily because, 'aiyoh, not straight la' *snippety snip*, 'err... this one too long la' *snip*snip*snip*
And in the end...
"Oh shit! Why so short one?!"
*cry*cry*cry*
So yeah... bad hair day lorr.. don't even feel like camwhoring. Its THAT bad.
*sigh*
No more photoslutting for me in awhile. At least not until my hair grows back.
Or I get a nice new shiney haircut from Toni and Guy at the City Centre tomorrow.
Hrm...
*contemplates on spending a good 50quid on haircut*
Fifty quid is.... RM350... erm...
*looks at mirror*
I think I can live with the haircut.
Huuhuuhuu...
I wanna go home and cut at A Cut Above!!!!
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