Okay, okay, random things:
I've started to bite my nails again because they were getting long and in the way. For example, I cannot shampoo my hair in peace without accidentally scratching the scalp with the nails. Also, don't you find it gross how quickly and efficiently the nails trap dirt? To fuck with scrubbing underneath the nails. I need simplification, not complication.
And surprisingly, the nails grow fast. I cannot clip my nails for nuts. The non-power hand with the nail clipper is a sad sight. I also find it hard to figure out the perfect shape to trip the nails! Do they just go straight across or do I clip them along a curve?! Bloody distressing! I cannot do that on a weekly basis! Simplification...
I realised biting is the best way to go. You get the joy from indulging in a supposedly bad habit and your nails get trimmed(well, truthfully, more like mowed than trimmed).
Hairianto says I bite my nails because I'm still trying to get out of a relationship. He says I bite my nails because of that one person.
Hell yes, for one person, and that person is myself. I don't know.
I find the nail biting more like closure from the relationship!
Okay, who am I kidding, I don't think I've gotten completely over the whole thing yet. It was just one conversation with Hairianto that I realised, “Fuck, I'm so not over X!”
Sure I say I'm over things, but somehow or other, I'm really not! Hush, hush! Confession here!!
Okay, since we're on that note, I told Kalis I had a V Day date and she flipped. But then 2 weeks before V Day itself, my date dissolved, so we're kinda back to square one eh?
Yeah, it just dissolved! You know, dates come in dissolvable form now? It makes things SO much easier you would not believe it. Gives you that much more room for experimentation. I mean, once you're bored toying with it, you just mix it in water and it dissolves!
I'm so fucking broke I don't have money for a haircut. The wind blows and I have hair all over my face. I hate it; gotta bloody sweep it out of the face. You know, I really have better things to than that. Simplification.
At home, I just tie my hair to death. How to tie your hair to death? You tie the top. You tie the back. The sides just got long enough to irritate your face, so you tie both the sides. So basically I look like fuck at home.
Talking about looking like fuck...
Last Friday, FINALLY went out to party the night away! So I was at Bugis in the evening and got disturbed by a group of cheena Bengs and Lians.
Unfortunately at the up-riding escalator, I was sandwiched between the Lians(front) and the Bengs(back).
Beng excitedly exclaims to the 2 Lians in front, “Hey, hey! Look, look, look!”
Immediately I knew, the fucker was talking about me. I'm terribly sorry that I had a tad more fashion sense and dressed up a bit. And I admit my dress sense was more on the acquired-taste side, but hey, doesn't mean I looked like fuck...
So the Lians, lost in their pink-bling-bling-studded-on-with-cheap-glue-mandopop-tunes-blaring clamshell phones, ignored their Beng friend. The Beng urgently exclaimed 2 more times.
I turned a steely glare to him, then to the Lians.
The Beng then said loudly to his friend, “Eh, I think you should dress like shit also!”
Tsktsk, they're not cheena Bengs and Lians for nothing, I guess. We should just live and let live. I wasn't bitchy at that moment 'cause I was alone, so I didn't really have a comeback. But hey, they're so beneath my anyways. Why would I want to associate myself with them?
The Beng who insulted me looked like fuck himself, so I didn't know where he was coming from. I suppose he just enjoyed disturbing people who have 'made it', you know...
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