06 June 2005

"The tartness of her face sours ripe grapes" - Shakespeare

And tis a sin that I have to work with someone with a face as tart as hers.

In pantry
Colleague A: Wah! you cut your hair. So did I. (two of us, start chatting about how we like short hair and how our hair's v stubborn, and always sticks out in all direction.)
Arab Girl walks away with no comments.

In office
Colleague B: omigod! Ah nia... I like your hair! Helps to frame your face! Nice, I like!
Colleague B to Arab Girl: Her hair's nice right?
Arab Girl who seats next to me gives blank stare.
Colleague B: You mean you didn't notice that grouch cut her hair? It's so short!
Arab Girl: Well, I noticed that it's shorter.
Colleague B: ...
Grouch: ...

Colleague C: Did you tie your hair up or you cut your hair?
Grouch: Cut.
Colleague C: Nice, you look fresher.

Am I being sensitive... or... ???

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