I strolled in, asking for a trim.

And then, a change was suggested.

I know there are people who like me better with flowy, sweet, sexy curls. But I decided I should do it for myself, and no one else.

And then, changed, it was.

My eyes are terribly tired and could hardly open. The contact lens are just too dry for my eyes I think.

But the new hair just doesn’t go well with glasses and a naked face. I look like a complete fucktard.

So. It prompted me to paint my face and wipe on some colours.

***

Anyway. Did I mention over the weekend, another colleague found his way here?

!!!!!!!!!!!!

He told me over dinner at Jurong Point’s pizzahut and I nearly slammed his face into the pizza pan. But he’s a sweetheart(see, now I must lie through my teeth with higher exposure), so I didn’t.

***

A asked me out yesterday and my misadventure at the salon made me reluctant to meet him.

So.

When I was deep asleep, a message was sent.

“I don’t know why you’re avoiding me, but if I did anything wrong please let me kow. I really want to see you just because I miss you a lot. Sleep tight gorgeous!”

Honestly, I didn’t think it was too long ago when I last saw him. Like, say, last Friday?

And if I remember correctly, I did ask him to join me, and he chose to happy elsewhere, and I didn’t complain about him avoiding me, did I?

And if he needs company, he could always, well, pay for it, right?