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Patricia. i love the sea but i hate the beach. big difference.


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Monday, July 31, 2006


I had to wake up early to go to Marina. My dad had this football game with his colleagues. It was okay.
Fine, it was boring. At least I didn't have to hold any streamers.
And yes, he plays football.
After that, we all went to Suntec to have lunch. I wasn't hungry so I didn't finish my food. Wasting? Sorry.
Moving on.
My sister and I went to Toa Payoh central where I had my haircut. It's this wash, cut and blowdry thing so yeah. When I was having my hair washed I kinda fell asleep. Hey, if you were having yours washed you'd do the same. The lady was practically massaging my scalp and the water was nice, okay. Don't laugh at me. She was talking to me and I guess I didn't say anything. She told me that I slept when I stood up.
The dude who cut my hair was funny. I know I've been criticizing gays a lot lately. But remember my resolution? Anyway, they're awesome. Metro-sexual people (hairstylists and all) are cool.
The guy who blow-dried my hair was cute. Fine, I wasn't wearing my glasses. But still. I'm not gushing over the guy. Just an observation:D. And he's probably a hundred years older than me so yeah. Don't take me literally. Okay so it was really painful. Blowdryers. You're thinking 'why would you pay to have hot air blow into your face?' huh. Well I don't know the answer.
It's nice, okay. When it's straight and crap.
I bet this will be weird tomorrow.
And I can't tie my hair properly.
I need a bajillion hairpins.
Do I have a bajillion hairpins?
No.

I'll be going out in about an hour or something.
Going to church.
And now I don't know what to blog about.
So I might as well end here.
I don't wanna start crapping or anything.
Although it's fun :D

Ciao.


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