Not The Plot

Before flying off, i popped over to Qube to have Milkah save my hair
I just didn’t like it
It was straight, yes, because i got it straightened and my natural hair is extremely unchinese (you know, like how most Chinese’s girls’ hair is fine and straight)

No.
Mine is thick. Wiry. Wavy. And waves all the wrong way.

So there is no in-between about it

I had to have it changed as i detested the style i currently had

So she dyed it terracotta and i begged her to give me a sleeker cut, as i hated the choppy one

Not being so sure myself whether i looked utterly jeng, i questioned QueenKanch
She replied, “No, it’s damn nice actually. The colour is damn nice.”
Coming from someone who says out loud you should just commit suicide if you carry out a fashion faux pas, that was absolute relief
Until she continued, “Yeah. You look like a young datin. Or a young mistress. Nice.”

0_o

Not. Exactly. What. I. Had. In. Mind….

-_-