The time now is 5:38pm. Another few more minutes to go before I dash out of the door. My appointment with Tommy, my hairstylist, is at 6:30pm. Will be meeting up with Sworn Sista after that, or rather, I knew that she would be late, hence, I fixed that appointment to fill in that blank slot (it's better than rotting in the office or roaming around the malls till the legs break!)
Guess my hair is in a serious state right now - It soaked up alot of salty seawater and UV rays in Bintan before being conditioned to 4 shampoo-excluding-hair conditioner washes. Could actually hear the breaking sound of the hair while dragging the comb through the tangles. : ( I knew my scalp was crying out loud, but I couldn't do anything! Continued to drag the comb till each strand of hair fell into place. Thought that I could salvage my poor hair by pouring tonnes of hair conditioner onto it and just when it responded to SOS, I had to set my hair for the MS Charity Gala. Went to J1 Salon in Far East Plaza with Adeline and the hairstylist, with her creativity and skill, transformed us from plain Janes (or Ah Lians) to prom princesses. We were very satisfied with the positive comments from our colleagues and clients, but deep down, we knew our scalp and hair were suffering from the tonnes of hairspray and thousands of hairpins and bobby pins...
As expected, had a tremendous hard time washing away the hairspray...
The time now is 5:54pm...I have to breeze through debrief and then rush to meet my saviour!
