I just had a very COLD conversation with one of my girls, Bird.
For those who knows me, she is one of my long time friend and also a good pal.
We have nothing much to talk about.
How sad.
Worst then talking to zhen zhong online.
Either she is a conversation killer or I am the one.
I seriously think I am not.
A diversion to that.
Yesterday, worked in EP.
small pathethic place.
Ground slanted to one side.
Squeezy.
I dread going to that slum to work though I enjoy work.
Had my hair coloured to some gothic colouron friday at von's place.
While washing my hair, I saw a BIG clump of hairs on the bathroom floor!
My hair dropped like a cancer patient went through therapy!!!
I freaked out!
I started messaging people online to consult experts.
People like daniel, kim yong, bernice and florence.
Only Daniel entertained me.
Yes, the big head daniel.
We talked. We shared.
We confided. Like before.
So weird, the chemistry is still there.
The fact that we barely talk to each other for so long and yet that day we are still able to pour to each other.
Something that I can't do to Tom, Dick or Harry.
A pity.
As for today, I played the role of a maid.
I did laundry, ironing and watsoever.
Not as hard.
Snappy in fact.
I felt like screaming out my satisfaction, my inner cry.
I need no help from anyone and I can survived.
Clothes?! No big deal.
A step to my independence!!!
7 days to my birthday.
20, such an insignificant number.
One more yr to 21.
One more yr to be considered an adult.
First yr of having 2 as the first digit.
My final yr in poly.
I am one yr older but am I mentally older too?
