Urban Chick with a Burnt tongue

Been so busy lately that I haven really gotten a chance to pamper myself. Without plans to meet anyone today, I spent the whole day pampering myself with a long overdue manicure/pedicure and eyebrow shaping session.

Its so nice to have pretty nails..

After spending 1 hour plus at the nail palour, I went over to the hair salon to get my hair done. The seat was so comfortable that I kept nodding off while the stylist dyed my hair.

*yawnz*

I think it was the late afternoon sleepy bug which bit me in the ass. Well knowing that I could not function without a coffee, I walked over the nearest Starbucks for my daily caffeine shots. I took a huge gulp immediately, forgotting how hot freshly brewed coffee could be. I promptly burnt my tongue. Yes.. I can be quite an idiot.

With my beautifully painted nails and my frightening-big-over-blown-gelled hair, I put on my shades, took a deep breathe (inhaling all the pollutants) and took a slow walk down Orchard road. Sudden thought came to my mind.. I'm an urban gal.. I'll thrive well in polluted cities but die in places with fresh clean air.

No plans to go anywhere tonight. Too sleepy to watch movies. Too old for clubbing.

Its time to go to bed.

Yes, I do know that its 7pm only.

Am i all alone in this universe?
There's no love on these streets.
I've given mine away to a world that didn't want it anyway.