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__ Friday, October 30, 2009 ;

I used to cry very very hard whenever I go for a hair cut. So much so that Mummy cringes whenever she knows she needs to bring me for a hair cut already, grandma avoids it cos she hates to see me cry so hard and daddy tries not to bring me if possible.
However I am a big boy now and I am starting to find that cutting my hair is not so scary afterall. Although I still wail abit when I go for my haircut I no longer cry. This makes Daddy and Mummy very happy and proud of me. They always brings me to Junior League at Suntec and I like my hair stylist very muchcos she will always play my favourite Hi-5 videos. Well at least she doesnt forcefully push my head around like the Auntie downstairs.


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