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Tuesday, February 22, 2005
carrot top went to get my hair cut, coloured and treated yesterday at dry cut. had only ever been once before, new year's eve of 2003. sat down and james the stylist looked at me, frowned before his face lit up in recognition. "you've been here before!" "yeah. wow, u remember..." "of i course i remember laaa... you just came back from australia is it?" "wow... u rEALLy have a good memory." "i always remember pretty girls. you came in last december." if only i had a memory like that. i utterly HATE the colour. i never learn. NEVER let a chinese stylist choose your haircolour. or risk walking around with reddish orange hair, fearing to face your reflection in the mirror. i tried hiding from all the kickboxing crew. it didn't work. mike and mark both tried to reassure me it didn't look all that bad. pffffft. "i hate the colour! it's sooo... BRIGHT!" "wat's wrong with it? ok wat." "it looks soooo... AH LIAN!!" there. i said it. "i'm an ah lian!" "you? pleaaase la... the minute you OPEN your mouth..." thanks mark. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 12:36 pm 
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