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Saturday, July 20, 2002

i'm feeling a little angry, sad, disappointed. once again, my bf can't make it to one of my family gatherings. its so annoying and irritating these incidents always seem to coincide with events of certain significance. he has a back ache and it's pretty painful and bad, so he wants to lie down and rest the whole day. i don't like one bit of this little coincidence accident shit. i'm getting pretty pissed off. and if he doesn't like it, well FINE. sue the bitch in me. just u wait and see when i too fall into mishaps now and then, at the most opportune moment and see how u blardy feel.

hmmph. and if that's not enuff. i cut my hair. i feel like one of those reindeer shaped trees. insanely regular and orderly. i think the hairstyle is not that bad but the hair stylist didn't cut it according to the picture i pointed out in the book. even the receptionist agreed with me. so spread the news abt dexter from shunji matsuo at suntec. beware girls. he's got nice shoulder length hair and u shld take it as a sign of superficiality mixed with a good measure of snobbishness. i wldn't call it snobbishnes if he actually got my hair cut right. my mum says i look like winona ryder, yeah, that's a "major consolation" for me. AARGH.. i didn't want it THAT short!!

i took a picture of myself immediately when i got back. to capture the moment where my hair with the blow-drying and hair-styling, would most probably be at its best. when i woke up today. i wanted to punch my face in the mirror. it's that bad.

still pretty upset and pissed off. :O(

posted by happyhannon at 11:05 AM