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Wednesday, November 25, 2009
HURRAY It's 25th of November.
Like I always told you, I'm one day closer to seeing you.
I said that almost everyday since 13 October 2009.
One more week to your return, sushi. I can't wait.
To be exact, it's 6 days and 3 hours 30 mins to seeing you.
Remember, no six pacs, don't come and find me.
I can't wait babe. :D
Like I always told you, I'm one day closer to seeing you.
I said that almost everyday since 13 October 2009.
One more week to your return, sushi. I can't wait.
To be exact, it's 6 days and 3 hours 30 mins to seeing you.
Remember, no six pacs, don't come and find me.
I can't wait babe. :D
Sunday, November 08, 2009
BANGS BANGS BANGS!
After 2 years, my family and I went back to Malaysia for day "tour"!
It's more of shopping spree and lotsa good food.
My mum was intending to have hair treatment, perm and colour (OMG ALL AT THE SAME DAY) and it took her 3 hours for everything to be completed. Meanwhile, my family and I went SHOOOOPING!!
So when I bought something and dropped by the saloon which my mum usually patrons, I yelled "HELLO MUMMY! I BOUGHT *blah blah blah*" Then she said "Do you want to trim your hair?"
Hairdresser said "Your hair has loses its shape"
I replied "Every hairdresser told me that so I would cut my hair"
The next minute, I end up lying down, getting my hair washed before going for a haircut. She is very confident and she the only hairdresser whom really has passion for hairdressing. She said "I will cut according to the shape of your face"
I yelled like a small kid "DON'T CUT MY FRINGE!"
Mummy said "Just let her style your hair. She will do a good job."
I answered "Okay. (Looking at the hairdresser) I SHALL TRUST YOU.
In the end, she comb half of entire my hair to the front, covering my entire face and said "I'm going to cut these off."
"WHHHHHATTTTTTTTT?!?!?!!" I yelled uncontrollably.
This is the first time I behaved so stupidly at a saloon. My mum was perming her hair beside me and everytime the hairdresser snipped off one bunch of hair off my head, I screamed "MUMMYYYY!" When I realised the other hairdressers were sort of taking glances at me, I mumbled instead of yelled. "mummy. mummy. mummy."
As she snipped off bunch by bunch, my hair landed on my lap. The amount of hair is like the entire Kenny's hair. I saw the hair and told the hairdresser. "I think I've lost 1kg. I'm 50kg now." She's a very friendly lady. Or butch. (shit. how do you spell that?)
I can see the hairdresser is trying her best to complete her task - which is to fix my hair.
I didnt really need the hairdresser to style my hair because I'm going home after that but she insisted. She took a small container which look like the salt/pepper shaker and added some POWDER on my hair. Then created the volume and messed things up abit.
Then mum said I looked better with my face covered.
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TADA.
I think I look like ah dai now. :(
After 2 years, my family and I went back to Malaysia for day "tour"!
It's more of shopping spree and lotsa good food.
My mum was intending to have hair treatment, perm and colour (OMG ALL AT THE SAME DAY) and it took her 3 hours for everything to be completed. Meanwhile, my family and I went SHOOOOPING!!
So when I bought something and dropped by the saloon which my mum usually patrons, I yelled "HELLO MUMMY! I BOUGHT *blah blah blah*" Then she said "Do you want to trim your hair?"
Hairdresser said "Your hair has loses its shape"
I replied "Every hairdresser told me that so I would cut my hair"
The next minute, I end up lying down, getting my hair washed before going for a haircut. She is very confident and she the only hairdresser whom really has passion for hairdressing. She said "I will cut according to the shape of your face"
I yelled like a small kid "DON'T CUT MY FRINGE!"
Mummy said "Just let her style your hair. She will do a good job."
I answered "Okay. (Looking at the hairdresser) I SHALL TRUST YOU.
In the end, she comb half of entire my hair to the front, covering my entire face and said "I'm going to cut these off."
"WHHHHHATTTTTTTTT?!?!?!!" I yelled uncontrollably.
This is the first time I behaved so stupidly at a saloon. My mum was perming her hair beside me and everytime the hairdresser snipped off one bunch of hair off my head, I screamed "MUMMYYYY!" When I realised the other hairdressers were sort of taking glances at me, I mumbled instead of yelled. "mummy. mummy. mummy."
As she snipped off bunch by bunch, my hair landed on my lap. The amount of hair is like the entire Kenny's hair. I saw the hair and told the hairdresser. "I think I've lost 1kg. I'm 50kg now." She's a very friendly lady. Or butch. (shit. how do you spell that?)
I can see the hairdresser is trying her best to complete her task - which is to fix my hair.
I didnt really need the hairdresser to style my hair because I'm going home after that but she insisted. She took a small container which look like the salt/pepper shaker and added some POWDER on my hair. Then created the volume and messed things up abit.
Then mum said I looked better with my face covered.
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TADA.
I think I look like ah dai now. :(