Ok, quickie post cos I'm too tired to write another narrative... I think I wrote too much today.

Singing hair!!! Not literally singing as in "la la la, blah blah blah" but singing as in burnt to a crisp.

Yes, my hair... A whole side portion.

Thank goodness I'm not bald or anything.

It wasn't anyone's fault, maybe at the most mine, as I was too caught up with today's practical titration result to notice the bunsen burner that was alight nearby. I bent down to take the reading and before I knew it, I heard this sizzling sound and Han Yin shouting, "Oh my God, your hair is BURNING!". It was followed by a strong acrid burning smell...

It's not that bad, only the longer part was burnt into tiny tangles of flowers which fell off immediately. Gave me a good enough reason to get a haircut. The hair stylist was SO good, she sniped off the burnt portions, gave me a head massage and a spanking new hairstyle!

Come see my new hair! Hah, this moment shall forever go down in Cheryl Chan's history. I will be telling this to my grandchildren on my deathbed. XP


*giggle*

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