I got my hair cut today. Snif, snif, my beautiful hair... I miss it. The hairdresser's house was really nice, very serene and calm. She was pretty pretty too, to quote Simon from Firefly. I like her tattoos; she has two, one at her shoulder and another at her ankle.

My hair is still longish, but layered now. Yun Qian and I have the same hair cut. Haizzz, she complained all the way, guess she didn't like her hair being cut too.

Mine was a silent event, with cold, biting comments. Eva clearly objected to this. She called it a civilized form of torture. I didn't really cared, for the hair will soon grow back, like the cycle of life. Birth, death, rebirth.

Anyway, that's all I have time to say. I have to do maths...