1) Or-ni is nice.
2) My boss' desk has a great view of the area around Fullerton Hotel.
3) Working life is fattening.
4) Who says it feels shiok to get your first pay cheque? I don't.
Anyway, I am going to cut my hair this Saturday. It has been irritating the hell out of me for the past week because it has grown to the stage where I can't do anything to my hair no matter how much I blow/brush/comb/condition it. It simply flops down in such ugly fashion that I'm so horrified everytime I stare into the mirror. At last, this brown bush that has been growing from my head shall be trimmed again so that it becomes the proper "messy" layering look that I want. What irony. Trim it to make it look the messed-up way I want. And it is simply so amazing that everytime we look in the mirror and experience a bad hair day, we go "I'm going to the salon soon." And when we finally decide that we need a haircut, it suddenly *abracadabra!* switches itself to such lovely nice hair that you will go "aww, my hair's so nice now, I don't need a haircut yet."
So much about my hair, when I'm merely going to cut it.
And, never go shopping in heels, even though the trip lasts only 1 hour. My black sandals killed my feet today. Ouch.
I can't wait to see my hairstylist on Saturday. Goodbye you horrendous hair. Welcome good hair days.
2) My boss' desk has a great view of the area around Fullerton Hotel.
3) Working life is fattening.
4) Who says it feels shiok to get your first pay cheque? I don't.
Anyway, I am going to cut my hair this Saturday. It has been irritating the hell out of me for the past week because it has grown to the stage where I can't do anything to my hair no matter how much I blow/brush/comb/condition it. It simply flops down in such ugly fashion that I'm so horrified everytime I stare into the mirror. At last, this brown bush that has been growing from my head shall be trimmed again so that it becomes the proper "messy" layering look that I want. What irony. Trim it to make it look the messed-up way I want. And it is simply so amazing that everytime we look in the mirror and experience a bad hair day, we go "I'm going to the salon soon." And when we finally decide that we need a haircut, it suddenly *abracadabra!* switches itself to such lovely nice hair that you will go "aww, my hair's so nice now, I don't need a haircut yet."
So much about my hair, when I'm merely going to cut it.
And, never go shopping in heels, even though the trip lasts only 1 hour. My black sandals killed my feet today. Ouch.
I can't wait to see my hairstylist on Saturday. Goodbye you horrendous hair. Welcome good hair days.