i knew i had to call him. and i did. he carelessly picked up the phone. and that familiar tone left me sinking into my comfort zone.

it was close to lunch time. i started to feel ultra nauseous and great deal of discomfort. i force myself to smile in front of my colleagues. only the 3 friends i have at work are the ones who knew the issues playing in my head. i read an article that left me wondering. has he been lying since forever. i was told by my peers not to care. move on. and pretend its some kind of bug thats constantly buzzing, when all i have to do is just walk away from it. yes. i assure them i will be fine. i had to right? i had other issues too that was bothering me. about the close friends i have. how things have altered to something that i dont feel right about. amazing indeed how stuff happens w/o u knowing it could turn back at u. worst is, me feeling soo bothered is not a good deal.

i had to do something. by 4pm, i had vomitting urges. i was going through a series of beautiful headaches. and my lips grew pale every 10 mins albeit the jugs of water i gulped down. screw first day periods. they make me feel awful yesterday unlike my previous first days. dont know why. and how i attempt to lessen all the shittiness? i went for a haircut.

bad move i thought initally. my stylist insisted that i come down even though he had a few cuts to settle. i patiently waited from having a slot @ 630pm to the time he finally did his first snip on me @ 745. Long wait, Dac. Congratulations. I pat myself at the back. i mean literally! pat myself at back. Waiting in that chair's causing my lower back to hurt. real bad. no im not exaggerating. the pain i felt when i met the doc to discuss abt my back months ago came back to haunt me. shit. i had to adjust my sitting position quite abit. stand up a couple of times. and finally it got slightly better after i started walking. great.it lasted for 15 mins. i had to pardon myself a few times. then the pain finally settled down.

then he started snipping. the name's Sunny. great man. yah Man. the name's all teenybooper kind but he's like what 40 sm'n? real gd stylist. he's good with doing short cuts. he cuts like Edward Scizzorshand. serious. the scizzors are like at 40 degrees whenever he cuts. scary but the turn out is amazing. all that unnecessary waiting paid off.

i got home. quickly. and kissed my sister on the forehead. yah. thats how sick i was yesterday. all she said was. "eww GROSS!" Love that response from her.

then as the night grew i knew i had to talk to someone abt whats bottling up in me. dialed that string of numbers. surpass the singapore immigration customs and the ones from united kingdom. all it took was only 3 phone rings and i felt secure again.

thank you, dip.