Little taste of heaven

I’ve been wanting to trim my hair for the longest time.

 

Melinda was nice enough to accompany me.

& yeah lah, thank you Jit Sun for sending us there. You are very nice, I am not intimidating, roflmao *inside joke*

 

 

 

Before picture, with 9-months-untrimmed-hair.

Oh mai gwad, saying this makes me feel so ungroomed. Gross.

 

 

Damn excited to try out the 16$-hair-cut thing.

Yeah lah, brave or not, some random shop at Tropicana Mall I also dare to trust.

Okay, which proves why I was concentrating more than the sifu, as below!

 

She damn bored. Because I was busy telling the sifu, I am in fact not Eurasian, or Malay or Banana. I am the original Cina.

 

 

Tadaaa!

Oh my god, I damn cute here, wtf.

I felt like I paid $16 to shred a kg off my head man (:

After Picture, I am the tradisional kind who cuts hair for good luck during CNY, I want a lot red packets this year.

 

(And yes, take it from me, the red lingerie thing works!)

 

 

 

We took pictures because we were the only ones in the cinema! 

Yes, we damn cool.

And my skin looks so flawless here.

           

No lah, later on a few people joined us.

So we quickly scramble back to our seat like sane, normal people.

We should have done jump shots lah Melinda ):

 

Eh no wait, we shouldn’t, cause I cannot jump, lol.

 

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I had a stroll with Melinda in the evening. The weather was extremely well.

We talked about nothing, but somehow with a few words manage to cover everything that needs to be spoken.

 

You know Melinda, I can take walks like these with you all the time, say nothing at all, & leave feeling like that’s the best conversation I’ve ever had. Period.