My unruly hair has been stressing me out for the past several days. Chopping it all off felt really good.
Friday, November 6, 2009
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- Angeli Picazo
- Philippines
- The practice of writing has always verged on folly, and in a world that craves images it has become more questionable and frustrating than ever. I'd give it up
tomorrow if I could shed my unfashionable belief in its importance. ~ Thomas Swick, 2009
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7 comments:
Love it!!!
looks great on you =). i love it!
was thinking about getting the same short haircut. nice!
for a change... great decision.
Looks great!
bagay sa iyo! :-)
thanks, everyone. :)
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