Such a slack and slow day at work this morning since i've finished most of my work in the morning.
It feels nice though. Knowing it is a Monday and I dont have to do anything I'm unprepared for. The last two weeks started as hell as I came with overbearing Monday blues, having to write stories from scratch.
Went for a posh haircut on a Saturday. Here was my mummy's msg in the morning:
Let's go pamper ourselves this evening. I'll try to book a good stylist either in tamp or parkway for both of us to look prettier.
I thought of trimming my hair by myself actually, so i wasn't thinking of anything extravagant. After all, if it was gonna be a trim who could tell right?
But I went for it anyway and got a Creative Director cut. Sounds quite cool right. It was quite an experience cos I came in and he sat me down and went, "Actually when you stepped in and I saw you, I had this hairstyle in mind for you already."
And I mean, it's quite a girly daydream to have someone depict an entire makeover for you and totally change you right. haha I've always wanted to experience that.
So he went all over the salon to search for a magazine that showed the hairstyle he had in mind.
It turned out to be a short-haired curly style... which i suppose is not bad... never really thought of it for me but I mean, who dares argue with the Creative Director right haha. It's nice in a korean cute girl kinda way I guess.
Ah well it also required perming which will cost $259 and also 3 hours of sitting there when I was there at 7 plus pm and the place closed at 8pm.
So he was asking me not to waste my money and just come another time.
But it IS an additional $200 and my mum was rather insistent on getting a haircut there and then immediately cos apparently my hair is a raving disaster.
So... the conclusion to the whole story comes to me looking pretty much the same.
Haha what a total waste of your reading time. PLEASE STILL READ MY BLOG.
Hahahaha. Because it's even worse if I told you that in person. Now all you have to do when I start a sentence leading to my story is say that you've read my blog and I shall spare you. It's such a simple yet viable excuse.
Don't say I didnt tell you.
And omg did I say how much of a demi lovato fan i'm becoming. Sonny With a Chance is actually a sitcom filled with witty lines and fantastic acting. I shall defend it with all my pride! This was one of her songs that finally got me to openly admit I'm a fan:
This should be me.. Seven years from now:
Married.
Trying for kids but in no rush for one.
Quaint, clean house with a backyard for the dog.
Or dogs.
All probably adopted or rescued.
Working with some job to do with animals.
...duh.
