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.

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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.

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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?