what hurts the most
was being so close, and having nothing to eat
I am strawberry and my husband is blueberry. He's my fourth husband because the previous ones' were made into yogurt. My house is the tree and my food is cow dung. I heard I am going to be made into yogurt too so maybe I'll meet my husbands in someone's stomach soon. So, don't bother me.
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Monday, February 16, 2009 / 5:19 PM
I cant believe i did that.
I think i has the knack of making even the happiest thing bad.

i got my mum cut my fringe yesterday night because i think that it's kinda too long.
I thought it was just the right length after cutting.

Not until this morning, that i realised that my fringe is somehow very long and told my mum about it, But she simply ignored me and told me to settle it by myself. And give excuses, "I've got so many things to do already, yet you keep bugging me to do these little little stuff for you, I dont care."

And so, i heed her advice and plan to cut them after im back home by myself. I have always wanted to cut my own hair, and this is the chance and my very first time. I took the scissors and settle it by myself.

Estimates,...Measures,...Aims,...CUTS!
Inevitably, it turns out to be,...
a wrong move, a terrible mistake! I snapped the scissors without even thinking of how sharp the scissors are. And, *half of my fringe gone and i was really stunned* I tried all means to salvage the situation, but i guess i only made it worse.

Okay, now i get what i want.
A short fringe.
Good job! *with lots of sarcasm*

Next time, no.
There will be no Next time.
I will get the pros/my mum to cut my hair, even if it's just my fringe.