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Shit you should never do unless you're me! -PART 9-

It's been a while, maybe a week or so since my last post, and i decided to make a new one about my embarrassing adventures!!
This one was one of the "scarring" things that happened to me because i had to live with it for like almost a year.

It all started in Primary five. I was young, naive, dumb and had no common sense. Well actually I still am. My bangs had grown really long, so i went to the hairdresser to cut it for me nicely. I actually expected it to be really nice after the haircut, but it was actually really uneven. I hated it. That wasn't the worse yet!
I went home thinking i could cut it myself. I was aiming for some kind of straight bangs look, and obviously it failed. I was trying to be really precise with my cutting and tried to make it really even. Unfortunately, it wasn't. So i kept on cutting bit by bit, slowly from my eyebrow area to half of my forehead.
I ended up getting really frustrated. And i thought that if i were to just cut my bangs off, no one would notice. Apparently not, as i forgot that if i were to cut it all off, it would look as if i shaved the top of my head and it grew like 2cm upwards.
I remember after the cutting, my maid came into the bathroom and was really shocked for a moment after she saw my hair. Then she broke into unstoppable laughter and started spitting little drops of saliva everywhere!

YUP! THAT WAS WHAT HAPPENED. I had to live with bangs that looked like a patch of grass on my head. And when i was in school, my friends and classmates would tease me about it, but eventually i got used to it.

Lesson learnt: Never let a stupid eleven (actually i was still ten) year old try to cut her own hair.

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