My cool hair is gone.

My grandpa's so funny. He was super excited today. Way before 3pm, he asked me to join the queue and when I was in the queue, he was already standing right in front of the stage. And it usually takes us alot of effort to just get him to take a single photo with us. When he agrees to take pictures, he don't smile. Today, he asked to take a picture with me! Hahaha. Until now, he's still asking to rub my head.

Back at home,
Aunt (to my grandpa): You should go shave with her today!
Grandpa: I didn't know can shave.
Aunt: Can, just shave as walk in shavee.
Me: I'll shave with you if you shave next year. Damn cool!
Grandpa: You better don't sign up again. Once a lifetime's enough.

HAHAHAHA. I thought he'd say yes.

And when my dad was washing the car, I told him "Forget it la, just leave your car under the rain and let the rain wash it for you" since it was raining already. He said "Wah not bad. You brain functioning even better after you shave."
How sarcarstic.

I'm fine with being bald actually. Doesn't make much of a difference, except that my scalp feels cold and exposed all the time. Yeah, people do stare but it doesn't feel as bad as when I had that disgusting blond hair. I'm not as self conscious because I know I don't look that bad. People are just curious. And being Singaporeans, to put it plainly, busybodies.

I'm only not used to my hair hairlessness when I'm doing my theory. I have the habit of pushing up my fringe and leaning my forehead against my palm when I'm thinking. Now, I can't push anything up and all I can feel is the pricks.

I look like an egg when I smile. Hahahahaha.