Dear Diar2,
Welcome welcome welcome...2006! Hehehe.
Goodbye, farewell...2005! =)
I shall be a good girl and stick to my new year resolutions.
Click on 'Desires' and take a look at my new year resolutions. Teehee.
Hope that 2006 will be as amazing as 2005!
And hope that there will not be much of bird flu and all that shit. =)
1 more day to schooling. Blah.
Hope that it would be exciting though. =)
Can laugh about the guys wearing long pants! Damn kuku lah. BLEH. I'm feeling damn fortunate to be a girl. =D
Oh yeah, for Ke Hua sniggering because I have not yet shopped, lemme tell ya that I have at least bought a set or two of new clothes! Whoopee. Better than nothing. =P
Not looking forward to upper sec life though. Freaking long hours of school. Blah.
Anyways, hope it would be a great year for me. Cheers! =))
`x0x0``
muacks**
On a sadder note, I hope all those pretend-to-be-a-professional-hairdresser should read this. And I hope all those fakers who open shops in Singapore all close down, for everybody's sake. You won't want to look like a disaster, don't you? And your hair is the most important thing on your head, ain't it? My mom, the meatball prince and I decided to have a haircut. Although we can't possibly go to the usual nice salon at Tampines since we're living at a different place, no? So we decided to try out those kinda cheap cheap shops near the Simei mrt. Oh god. I do pity my brother. OMG. You won't believe what kinda haircut he ended up with.
Bitches. Those bitches. I swear I could burn down the whole shop. This was what happened.
We innocently stepped into a shop called Top Cut, as we thought the hairdressers' skills would be good, hence the name of the shop. Oh no. Disaster striked when I saw the idiotic hairdresser destroying my brother's crop of nice hair. She's a total
IDIOT. You know how she cut my brother's hair? At the sides,
GREAT slopes down. You know, that kinda hairstyle. OH MY GOODNESS. JUST BECAUSE YOUR HAIR SUCKS, GET OFF OURS. (She's a freaking old hag, with a freaking desperate wrinkled face and a freaking crop of lousy and damaged long hair) I cringed at the sight of my brother.
"No, mom, I don't wanna get a haircut."
"YOU BETTER, or else you are not going to have your hair cut, EVER."
I had no choice. I frowned at the freaking old hag and shut my eyes tightly, and prayed for the best. She's a
BITCH!!! Just a simple job of layering my hair and trimming my fringe, she did a fking bad job out of it. My fringe is
SLANTED. Not really visible, but hey, I'm real fussy. Layering my hair? Heh. Might as well don't do it, coz' my hair now looks so untrimmed and messy, like before. Crazy bitch. I glared at her and demanded that she layer my hair more, and you know what she say?
*with a fking desperate tone* "I don't know how, you tell me how!"
*fking irritated* "Just layer my hair, make it thinner!"
"HOW??? YOU TELL ME HOW??? WHY IS IT NOT OKAY?? WHY??"
"AIYA, FORGET IT." *throws the stupid cloth wrapped around me*
BITCH.
You better close down your shop, OR ELSE.
