Cyndi Syt 20 years of live-hood. Old enough to be your mother. Location is in Singapore, a small dot in the world map (in any case you have no idea). Straight. Pure chinese, please don't make me repeat this. For your information, I am very impatient, cannot even wait for a second. // I'm a extremely weird girl who's vain like all other girls. If you don't know me, then don't judge me. I had been thru what you had not. Grow up, childish monsters.

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Today, I was walking on the street with my mum while chatting with her. I felt something dropped on my head, and it didn't felt like a leaf to me. I asked my mum if it was a bird poop or something. She said no. To make sure it's not, I used my hands to brush through that part of my hair, and I felt nothing strange. I'm glad that it's not a bird dropping. A few hours later, when we were on our home (walking to my block to be exact), I used my hand to brush that part of my hair again, and I felt something a some batch of my hair clumped and became hard (like the texture when applied hair gel) this time. It's like something wet and sticky dried on my hair. Apparently it wasn't hair gel because I don't put hair gel, it was the transparent bird poop. I feel like shouting F my life on the spot.

p.s/ Should I post this on FML? Laughs.

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