Wedding Review: Berkat (Chia Heng Dept. Store)

Read the day we surveyed and booked our berkat here.

It actually slipped my mind that our wedding favors should be delivered exactly 1 month before our wedding but that was not the problem. The problem was that no one had call us at least 1 day before hand to confirm the time of arrival.

On the 23rd, I had 2 missed calls at 3:15pm and a SMS about a delivery. I called back and it turned out to be the delivery guy. He sounded like a typical angsty uncle and told me that he can't deliver anymore because I didn't answer. =(

In my defense, my handphone was in my room while I was in the living room tending to my nephew AND I was just 15 minutes late. The problem was, how come I didn't get a heads up on the delivery time? It's like the opportunity was there and then. They had to push the delivery date to the next day and even then they can't confirm a time for us.

The next day, they called 1 hour in advance so at least I was prepared. So take note, just be prepared on the date you had informed them to deliver.

Despite of the kecoh, we were happy with the delivery and items.

 

This maybe does not really matter but I really appreciate that the strings have these at the ends. It's better than a knot because it's more secure.

 

 

The berkat comes with a box carrier so we don't have to buy bags whatsoever. Unfortunately although not suprisingly, the bowls were dirty so we had to wash them to make them look new, shiny and presentable. While washing, we broke 1 and chipped 1. hur hur

 

The design I initially chose was a design without the legs but Mak wanted this design. Since she willing to pay the difference, okay lor! Actually, I am secretly very happy with this design. #makcik

 

   

The Singapore Haze Craze

Anyone who is affected by the Indonesian haze, please sit down. Not stand up because you are probably suffering from it and need to rest. Geddit? Geddit? sigh.

Every year, man and it seems to get worse too.

Indonesia, Y U do dis?

I stay indoors most of the time and I still get affected. Feeding the (feral) cats was 'interesting' too. I was glad we wore masks on the night this picture was taken because from 8pm, the PSI was at 223 and above!

Unfortunately, the mask didn't worked (I should've worn the N95 mask. I didn't because was not not that hazy at first) because as soon as I got home and after my shower, I got the sniffles. Speaking of which, have any of you used toner to clean your face? I only went out for 1-2 hours and my cotton pad was dirty!

The next whole day, I had constant runny nose and later, cough.

As I am typing this, my flu is gone but I got my whopping coughs again; back with a vengeance. Luckily, the constant heavy rains for the past few days helped tone down the haze.

Whether the rain was an act of God/ nature or act of Science (rumors of cloud seeding), I am still grateful. Now, I just need to get rid of my coughs.

   

Jhon is cheating on me...

... with me?

The nerve of some people!

Okay, the story started when probably a month ago. Jhon and I were at Bedok and he saw a colleague, a purchasing officer. She was with her family so we were introduced etc. Hi, hello, bla bla. For those who don't know, Jhon and I used to work in the same office for 6 years and this lady was new to the office. It was the first time she met me.  It was also the first time  for me hearing Jhon introduced me as his fiance.

Fast forward, to late last week, 1 of Jhon's pare who was also in the purchasing team happen to see him in the pantry and she was all like "ah.. Jhon... Actually, I have something to ask you... but never mind lah, I ask you some other time" -_-

Well, she today she finally talked to Jhon.

Apparently, this new purchasing lady told to another colleague that she saw Jhon at Bedok with his fiance. This person knows of me but like most office poisonous gossip bitches, would like to think they know me. She asked how I looked like wondering if it was me or new lady. Well, this new colleague should never take part in a witness trial because she described me as short with short hair.

Firstly, I had my hair cut since I left work and had my hair tied on that day but hair is up to bra strap length. Secondly, next to Jhon, of course I look short with my slippers but still standing 1.68m tall.

Upon believing it was not me but another person, (God knows if they thought Jhon had broke up with me or had an affair) This freaking bitch excitedly shared this to everyone in the office who knew me. 

Like seriously?

How low can you be to be excited upon someone's (at your point of view) bad news? And to excitedly share it to the entire office? Really?

sighs!

So to all the gossip bitches whose life's evolves around people's short comings, where true or not, I have created a special gif made from the middle finger FU meme.

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Random Wedding Research

Technically, I have started with my wedding random research on and off for many months. Like many bride to be (BTB), I didn't know where to start so I just typed Malay Weddings Singapore and see what comes up. =P

Now, I pretty much have a huge list of vendors to go through mostly thanks to KahwinKronicles and I am in the process of shortlisting them. It was also the time I realized how old-fashioned traditional I am when I learnt that specially made desert tables and photobooths (which are the in thing at the moment) are not my cup of tea. In a way, it's good because it means cutting of costs and 2 less vendors to worry about.

What I also learnt that BTB can be very particular to the T. To a point their 'kompang' group is important too. I just thought a random and affordable 'kompang' group will do but to some, it matters. hur hur. To each his her own yeah?

So basically my process of short listing vendors is by specific preference, price and overall assessment. Systematic or not? But very tedious especially going through Bridal & Deco because there are MANY. Catering is another story since taste is also a factor so that 'letak tepi dulu eh?'

Stalking BTB's conversation at Cozy Cot forum was very useful too. You can tell which vendors are popular and which vendors that has complaints. =X Some BTB were even super helpful and transparent in sharing quotations. It helped me a lot because I can take note which vendors I should stay away from due to bad reviews or to prevent over budgeting.

Amidst of the research, I came across this, the ever infamous qoutes from Amy Cheong from many years back.

It reminded of the 'tak ade kerja' origami I did last year with my $50. hahaha Oh Amy, your ignorance was amusing but if only $50 was truly what it takes to have a Malay wedding. You missed the amount a minimum of  $31,950 and that excludes wedding ring & gifts.

Anyways, I am going to end this post with a small rant.

Why most bridals do their eye shadow makeup 'bertepek' and with overly done fake lashes?? I know most ladies likes to be transformed 'macam' transformer but it's not my preference. Royalty for the day but you don't see real royalties wearing that kind of dramatic make up right? I managed to find a couple that provide what I want but hopefully I can find more for back up.

Abrupt end with photo.

   

Why I Dislike Hugging Women

I love hugs but since I am socially awkward, I always find myself making hugs even more awkward for me.

Reasons to not hug guys in general is easy. I can just say I draw a line on how and who I hug. Now, girls in general love hugging each other but I always find it awkward!

Why I find it awkward? It's the boobs!

[Drew on paint. Nice or not? lol]

Hugging with other women always bothers me, even if it's my mom or sis. I always think, how to we deal with the boobs when we hug?

Should we do the Jigsaw Puzzle? Linking boobs while hugging to feel a more fitted hug? What if the other lady does not realize you are attempting it? Would it mean more maneuvering to fit? What if one has smaller boobs? 

Or do we have our boobs squish together which most ladies do I suppose. But it's just awkward having my boobs squishing to another pair of boobs! What if the lady has thick padding? I've experienced this before and it was uncomfortable for me. Although kudos for her being confident with her thick padding lol.

That is why, most of my life, I hug like this

[http://theoatmeal.com/comics/hugs]

It has never fails me but some had told me that my hugs always looked stiff.

I can't blame them since all I could think of what do to and how to position my boobs. =P 

   

Butt Aching Road Trip in Johor

My mom, ‘that guy’, Abg Jamil, Jhon and I went to Johor for Hari Raya shopping. Although the trip was fruitful but the main focal point would be the butt aches throughout the journey.

The itinerary was starting the day at 7am, head to Tesco Extra Plentong. Kota Tinggi, Ayer Hitam and Pasir Pandan to break our fast if time permits.

It was a decent plan especially with a seasoned driver; I would think it would be a smooth ride but NOPE! Journey to Tesco was fine. Most items bought were from Tesco, especially the groceries.

Towards Kota Tinggi was pretty alright too although it was a still a long journey because he made a wrong exit.. We didn’t buy any outfits there because they looked so ‘orbit’ with too much patterns going on but we did roamed around (under the merciless hot sun) to see if we could find other things. This is where mom bought most of her scarves and got flowers for our house.

I had already informed Jhon to be aware if he wishes to break his fast in the noon in Malaysia because I heard some of the Muslims there hold grudges if they see someone eat (even if they are non-Muslim) He just had to eat/drink in the car. Surprisingly, Jhon decided to fast the entire day which was a first! I was so proud of him and he was not cranky at all!

I digress.

So the journey to Ayer Hitam was disaster! We were lost beyond words. We kept asking for directions but they tend to say, “go straight…” but at different directions. -_- What could have been a short journey became a 3+ hour ride.

It was really not THAT bad because we were just sitting in an air-conditioned car and had short naps in between but what was disappointing, after every 2-3 hours ride when we reached our destination, we only spent 30-45mins at that location.

Ratio sitting to walking was crazy!

I kept on trying to be grateful but I can’t deny the butt aches. Not only that, we took the wrong turn again to Pasir Pandan and spent another 2 hours on the road. APE DAH!! Even my mom was in disbelief for a seasoned driver to get lost at locations he frequently visits. -_- Don’t know ah.

We ended up buying drinks and kaya buns to break our fast in the car while heading home. We made a pit stop at Geylang to have a proper dinner at Rex and ended the day.

Mom wanted to go Melaka this week.

After that ride, I don’t think I am that eager to follow again any time soon.
   

   

Floyd Mayweather Jr Vs Jeremy Lin

One is a boxer and the other is a basketball player. How do they connect when they are not even in the same type of sports? Unless there is a new sport that infuses boxing and basketball.

*ponders* I bet that would be interesting! Haha

Anyways, apparently, Jeremy Lin an upcoming Asian basketball player who is has been making news for his shots.

Now, I am not very knowledgeable with basketball but from what I know, Jeremy did manage to get pretty decent scores which lead his team (New York Knicks - NBA) to victory. So everyone went “WOW!! Fantastic!” and sang nothing but praises to Jeremy who was preciously just a bench boy.

Along came the boxing champion (champion only because he CHOOSES WEAK opponents) Floyd Mayweather with his tweet.

He was simply saying what is the big deal? Jeremy technically did not do anything special or unique. He was just doing what black guys do every game.

Of course, this started a mini commotion.

All I can say is.

If I tell you all cheetahs can run for 70km/h, isn’t that fascinating? That is their specialty so it just a common fact. Now, what if I tell you that someone found a gazelle which usually runs on average of 50km/h that runs at 70km/h? It’s an amazing fact because it’s something that is different and being up to par to the fastest animal in the world!

So Chinese guy who can play like a Black dude? THAT is fascinating and will attract praises beacuse it's something new compared to another Black guy doing his usual 'thang'.

 Just as fascinating it would be if there is a Black person who can swim and WIN the swimming Olympics.

I’m just saying that Floyd is just a bitter and egoistical man who is seeking for a little touch of lime light. He is always a talker like how he ALWAYS asked Manny Paqiao to fight and every time Manny agrees, there is always a stupid reason Floyd thinks of to avoid.

Floyd could be just sharing his 2 cents worth but he himself does not make sense and it does not help with his reputation as a “champion boxer” either.

   

Death vs Birth

I am just going to share something that recently happened at work that makes me wonder.

You see, my company has a lot of old timers so the number of deaths of a family member is rather high, from brothers to parents to relatives. There was even one time there were 3 deaths in one month; very depressing indeed.

It’s to a point that I make sure that I have $10 notes in hand just in case for condolence money. Yes, I give away that much regardless I how well I know that person. In the office, on a name list, I tend to see some $5, mostly $10 to $50 and on rare occasions, $100!

Where am I going with this?

Well, recently, a colleague’s wife just given birth to a baby. So the HR did their standard passing of list and an envelope for congratulatory (is that what you call it?) money.

Guess what? Everyone gave an average of $5. Why is this so? And why does this bother me? I don’t know!

Being the practical person that I am, I think should one give more or equal amount of money to a birth than a death.

Reason being that the only thing that you have to deal with death is a funeral whereas a birth has pampers, baby formula, clothes, countless of doctor’s appointment etc.

I just feel weird about it. It could not be the reason of lacking of money because we just received our bonus money.

Anyways, I know I shouldn’t let such trivial subject bother me so much but at least I managed to vent it out here and eventually forget about it until I come across this again. =D

   

Bloated Me

In less than a week, I have been having large meals which is never a good thing. I always try to watch what I eat with 2-3 indulges a week but all is failed since Friday.

On Friday, my company had a late Christmas lunch. It was buffet style and no, I didn't went all out but I was very full nonetheless. I had salad, broccoli soup, rice with 2 dishes and ice-cream.

On the same day, Jhon decided to treat me dinner at Pizza Hut. We had a 6'' pizza, lasagna, cheesy mussels and spicy drumlets.

Saturday, on New year's eve, I treated Jhon a lunch at Seoul Garden.

On Sunday, I ate lasagna (again) and 'Nasi lemak' at a gathering and had Jimba noodles at Far East.

Monday was Chili Crab day. My mom cooked it for me after I gave her extra money for crabs.
Yummy!

That is 6 big meals in 4 days!! No wonder I feel so bloated and to make things worst, I have not been exercising regularly and pooping enough. =(

Good news, my appetite has now mellowed down and after a long walk at Marina Bay construction site, I still managed to walk home from Eunos MRT.

Time to buck up!

   

Words That Will NOT Get You Away With Trouble

People are expressive and can’t resist the temptations of a rant or debate. Sure, I have my rants that I post occasionally on Facebook, Twitter or here but when I say it, I mean it and I don’t try to cover my butt after saying a load of despicable things.

There is no crime on saying what you want BUT my pet peeve is when people try to justify or deem themselves forgivable after saying these words.

You just mocked an entire race and gender and expect those who happen to be one take no offence? I am a malay female and I think I am funny among several of my malay counterparts! So STFU! Oh, No offence!

Right, after bashing someone with all your might and you declare peace? Perhaps one day I shall throw cat poop and piss into your room and say “PEACE!”

What do you mean you DON’T MEAN TO BE DISRESPECTFUL? Your ignorance alone is disrespectful. I don’t mean to be disrespectful but I think you are an idiot.

See what I mean? They think they just write/say those sentences, people won’t get mad and forgive them. Oh sure, after you gave out rude, disrespectful rants, we have no right to counter back just because what you actually mean no offence, peace and full respect?

You know what? If you can’t take the heat, don’t say it at all.

   

New Hairstyle With Remarkable Reactions

Those who are following me in the world of Twitter should know by now that I have donned a new hairstyle.

I have short bangs now and the last time I had them was probably more than 10 years ago. I decided to cut my bangs because I wanted to look like this.

Thanks for watching Emma Stone in Zombie land.

Well, I ended up looking like this.

You have no idea, how much fuss and reaction I get by just cutting my bangs!!

The most common comment was that I look different (which was partly the idea). In fact, my mom gave me the strangest look ever when she saw me, as if I was not her child. Haha

At first I had my love-hate relationship with it because I was definitely not accustomed to the new do but I am beginning to embrace it. hehe One thing I like about this hairstyle is that I look younger ;D

Oh yeah, I get rude comments too, on how I look like a PRC citizen. -_- Actually if you look up “PRC girls” in the search engine, you will see many pretty girls but unfortunately, the PRC girls that are commonly found here are from main land. They have this reputation of being obnoxious, messy, loud, ignorant and never/ hardly take showers. You know, the “tak mandi, tak cebok” kind.

So by saying I look like a PRC citizen (not just Chinese looking), the first thing in my mind is “You are saying that I look like I didn’t take a shower!?!?”

SIGHS

Not only that, the stares I get in public are different now.

Usually its “Dayuumm.. That girl is looking gooodd” look. Hahaha okay kidding. The looks that I get are the positive and sometimes flattering but NOW, I tend to attract spiteful looks!

OMG, the way they way people stare, especially women, it’s as if I was suspected of stealing their food or something. Now I know how the FT (foreign talent) feels because apparently, many Singaporean hates foreigners. Me, I am in love with one Filipino so yeah, I am pro-foreigners because they are doing jobs we don’t like to do, YAY!

But I digress.

I also get extra attention by looking like a PRC compared to a Singaporean/Indonesian/Malaysian Chinese because they are amazed by my command of English. Not that I’m implying that my English is superb but when people see me, they expect me to talk like this.

But instead, I pronouced my words much better despite of the standard singlish words like "lah"

So they will look flabbergasted and stare at me as if they are boring into my soul. If only I can give them a heart attack by speaking Malay! Hahahaha I can’t wait to meet up with Fizah to do that. =P

Well, yeah, I am kinda having fun with people’s reactions at this moment of time. It’s annoying but I am refusing to let my bags grow so I just got to deal with it. =D

Oh yeah, I also suddenly have FB friend requests by CREEPY GUYS!! Please don’t tell me I not only look like a PRC, but also a PRC GRO (Guest Relations Officer for gentlemen’s club or Karaoke Clubs).

[by the way, Joe has a PRC wife with a kid =pppp]

*faints*

   

Mysterious Loner For A Reason

Out of the blue, random people are being sociable with me at work.

Why?

It is all because I missed the company bus by a few seconds. I know! A story does not worth a single cent but yes, most people in my office are bottom feeder gossipers.

It was awkward for me when suddenly people are starting a conversation with me at work because I am very good at playing as the mysterious loner.

I don’t chit chat with everyone at work, I mind my own business and look 45 degrees downward everywhere I go; exactly how I behave since I was a kid. Of course, when I get comfortable with someone (which is rarely), everything will be thrown out of the window. I only interact with a handful of people at work.

But seriously, the main reason why I don’t mix is what I mentioned above. They are bottom feeder gossipers. They get excited over any minuscule incident and worst, they gossip on FALSE pretences.

Up to date, I have been perceived as:

An anti-social Malaysian, who is a boyfriend stealer, got pregnant and aborted, took slimming pills until sick and is rich with a gold digging boyfriend.

And that is only what I know so far.

So tell me, would YOU want to be friendly with these people? They got all that with me minding my business. Perhaps if I do interact, there won’t be any “misunderstandings” but I disagree because I have seen them backstabbing each other. What’s the point?

So to those who may concern,

a. I am not anti-social. I was brought up with this rule “Do not speak unless spoken to” Even my siblings are like this, we are not the ones who initiates conversation.

b. Just because I know how to speak/understand/write Malay, that does not mean I am Malaysian. I am a proud Singaporean, born and breed.

c. Jhon never ever even dated that girl and in fact, he is disgusted by her. He secretly calls her “The creature” She is the one who is trying to get Jhon’s attention.

d. I gained weight because my metabolism slowed down. Being fat/obese unfortunately runs in the family and I had dizzy/vomiting spells because of acid reflux from an unhealthy diet.

 e. I lost weight from HARD WORK of EXERCISING, clearly something most office mates don’t understand. I find it an insult saying I took slimming pills when I put time, effort and sweat to get fit.

f. What is rich? When they are the ones with branded bags when I am carrying Elle or no brand bags. Heck, I even repeat my clothes every week. Perhaps they noticed Jhon tend to dress up better with branded things but it was only because I taught him to save money. Plus, he splurges more on me than me on him. Little did they know, Jhon’s salary is way bigger than mine since day one.

 Come to think of it, I am quite impressed that I managed to tolerate all that without exploding to their face (although I tend to rant in twitter) and all that is EXCLUDING office politic on work. Yikes!

Gay Regardless What

Last night while having Chapatti dinner at Tampines, Jhon and I saw a Caucasian guy with a transsexual. Besides the obvious, they were pretty much normal doing what everyone was doing, having dinner.

But I won’t deny that I stole several quick glances at the “lady”. Anyone would right? Usually I would only glance because I want to see how “natural” they look and be usually amazed at their makeup.

So while eating my delicious Chapatti with an interesting view. It came to me.

Why men think/say they are not gay when they are having sex with a transsexual (those who have not undergone 100% of the surgery)?

Even when you go to porn sites of lady-boys, you can see their ding-dongs hanging away and isn’t it the most profound attribute of a man?

The equation is simple.

Ding-dong + ding-dong = Gay

It is just for this case, the other guy looks like a woman. It’s like a gay manipulation.

To me, no matter how much they look like a woman, think or behave like a woman and sometimes but rarely sounds like a woman, does not mean they are a woman as long as they have the prolific ding-dong.

I can stick pubic hairs on a Longan and call it Rambutan but it is still a *pause for dramatization* a LONGAN!

A man is still a man with his ding-dong and therefore the other man is gay.

So guys, no matter how much you deny the semi-disguised truth, it is obvious. So do not be pompous that you snag yourself a tranny friend. In fact, an uncomfortable but respect for he-she than you because they have the balls (pun unintended) to show to all who they really are.

   

Gaming Vs Vanity

Whenever Jhon wants to go to a gaming shop, I will always dread it. There were times I tell him that I don’t want to enter the shop and wait outside. It is not because I am not interested in video games, it was because the fact that I am crazy about them.

I am a fanatic gamer.

I don’t play hardcore games like World of Warcraft or Diablo but more light hearted action games like Dynasty Warriors etc.

The hardcore part is not the game but more to my self control. When I like a game, I will play it for hours. Many years back, I can play from 9am to 5am the next day, taking breaks just to eat and go to the toilet.

Not only that, I will play every character until it is at its maximum level and play the entire game countless of times again. I will dream and hear sounds of the game when I am not playing and when I talk to my school mates, I talk about the characters of the game.

I was young with high tolerance of body resistance and obviously don’t have much of a social life.

But those years has stopped since I grew older. Why?

Vanity

One thing, my body cannot keep up with the late nights because I am getting dark eye rings and eye bags. I hate it and as I got older, I was more self conscious about my looks. I had to control myself or stop.

The thing is, I can’t control myself. It was like an addiction so I had to refrain myself or play games that don’t require high commitment and vanity wins.

Until I bought this for my Wii a few weeks ago:

Guitar Hero BAND SET

 Inclusive of Game, drum set, guitar and microphone. *bouncing off the walls*

It was just because I was accompanying Jhon researching for price of a driving controller for his Grand Turismo and have been going in and out of shops so I kind of got my eyes on it.

Yes, the fanatical playing has begun. I had played until my arms and upper tights hurt from constant playing of the drums, I even played the pedals when I sprained both of my ankles, I had started dreaming the wonderful red, yellow, blue, green, orange circles going down the screen.

The only reasons that I managed to “control” myself it was because I have boyfriend who is very hands on so we are always out for dates, the gaming TV is off limits when there is a must-watch soccer match and the fact that I have work the next weekday.

At this point it’s more of a tie.

No doubt I when I get to play, I play like a maniac but at least on other days, I still get my beauty sleep. I hope this lasts because once in a while, I still struggle controlling my gamer side.

   

That Valentine’s Day Explaination

Jhon told me about his confused colleague.

His Chinese colleague asked her Malay friend who wore a headscarf/hijab if she is celebrating Valentine’s Day. She answered no, she usually doesn’t and that Muslims cannot celebrate Valentine’s Day because it is not good.

Naturally, Jhon’s colleague asked why and do you know what her friend said?

“YOU GO FIND OUT YOURSELF!!”

I was appalled to that answer!

Islam is always misunderstood and I hate it when Muslims don’t explain themselves when someone from other religions asks questions. Isn’t it good that they are asking question and want to learn and understand?

And these people will go around confused, think with their own notions why and unknowingly spread untrue reasons to others.

So yesterday, she asked Jhon about Valentine’s Day since he is dating me.

Luckily, I had explained to him why Muslims cannot celebrate so he explained it to her. I am so proud of Jhon, a non-Muslim, who managed to explain to her correctly and the fact that he was listening to me. Haha

[Source of Valentine’s Day comes from Christian/Catholic history when they celebrate a day for Saint Valentine. The true story was vague but it was about Saint Valentine marrying off a soldier when he was not supposed to. Google for it if you are interested to know more in detail]

Anyways, everyday is a day of love for me. I am lucky to have a boyfriend like Jhon. He still reaches out for my hand when I am alighting the bus just like a countess (I don’t want princess, princess is so overrated) and steal a flower for me at events when I told him. He is willing to do “crime” for me, I find it psychopathic-ally romantic. Hehehe

   

5 Hair Problems & I Got Them All

Hair problems, almost everyone has at least one and those you do not. F**k You!! *jealous* Hmph!

My hair is one perfect example of countless hair problems and one culprit is due to constant rebonding of my hair as for the rest, it is probably my diet or genetic. I think the only thing that I am proud of about my hair that it’s thick and shiny.

Split Ends

I am not exaggerating when I say I have horrific split ends. They run really deep into every hair strand and yes, I am one of those irritating girls who sometimes cut/bite off their split ends when no one is looking, even my split ends has split ends! I wish to have really long hair but how to when my split ends are severe and I have to cut 1 or 2 inches off every time!?

Frizzy Hair

Besides my *ahem* overbite, I am also well known as the girl with thick locks of hair. I hate going to hair salons because the hair stylist will complain on how much my hair is. They would actually go “TSK!” and keep telling me that I have a lot of hair… (Perhaps just in case I didn’t realise it) Truth to be told, I love that I have thick hair because it creates volumes and I rather have it that way than very little hair that always looks limp.

What makes it unbearable is that my hair is frizzy. I like to describe my hair as a mountain because it does look like one! It does not really show in this picture because my hair has been rebonded which was the main idea, to not make my hair look frizzy.

Hair Loss

Age is slowly creeping up on me. Since I turned 23, I noticed more strands of hair drops than usual. Did not freak much as I have a lot to spare but it hurt to see that the ones that fell are the “good” strands and not the ones with split ends.

Damaged Hair

I can also describe my hair strands are like a life line that went flat especially when my natural hair starts to grow. My hair is neither wavy nor curly like Maggie Mee but looks like pubic hair!! Seriously! Those hair strands are taken from the top of my head and not from below!! (I try to make the picture artsy because it really does look disgustingly like pubic hair but I don't it worked)

I have pubic head hair *sobs in one corner*

Oily Scalp

Though not that serious, my scalp becomes slightly oily and itchy whenever I sweat even just a little bit and when I scratched, there are whitish dead skin cells in between my nails which is really disgusting. Picking your nails after scratching your head is not glamorous at all. Though sometimes it helps when my hair is extra frizzy; I would say, natural hair serum.

Even though I managed to get a few of my hair problems under control by using Hair Fall Shampoo/Conditioner, wash my hair regularly and regular trimming, I still can’t find the perfect concoction of hair treatments that treat every problem.

If I managed to make my hair silky smooth, my hair fall problem gets worst.

If I managed to lessen my split ends, my hair gets frizzy or poofy. 

It will never end! Hair product companies should realise that most people have more than 1 hair problems to deal with and they can’t expect us to interchange every type of hair regime every day.

Look at me, I have 5 types of problems! So means 5 types of shampoos? *faint*

   

Stranger Danger!!!!1

I think most girls have been approached by a random stranger trying to chat up with them etc and when that happens, the only thing that would run in our heads is “Get away!!!”

This is my recent encounter over the weekend.

It was a Saturday afternoon, roughly around 1.30pm and I was heading to the bus stop to go to Eunos MRT station because I was going to Wati’s house.

As soon as bus no. 94 came, I naturally head to the bus to board along with a guy who was in front of me who sort of delayed the boarding because he asked the bus driver whether the bus is heading to Eunos MRT station.

I was impatient so I just went in first, cutting him and sat down near the exit door.

While sitting down, I could see at the corner of my eye, as that guy walked to find a seat, he was looking at me but I ignored like I always do when people looked or stared. He then proceeded to sit behind me.

Everything seems normal right?

He then immediately TAPPED ON MY SHOULDER, giving me a shock as I was listening to loud music. He said sorry and tried to double confirm if the bus really goes to the MRT station. -_- I politely smiled and said yes and quickly turned around but not before he gestured that he wants to say something more.

In my head, I said “here we go again…” but I still tried to be nice and smile thinking if I just with deal it quickly, I can end it quickly.

And the conversation went…

Fat & sweaty guy: Oh sorry! Are you local?

Me: Yes, I am.

F&S guy: *talking enthusiastically and quickly as if afraid I’m going to turn around again*Oh! Singaporeans here are so polite and kind! I am from Taiwan visiting Singapore.

Me: Okay *forced grin*

F&S guy: Are you schooling?

Me: (sighs, lalalala) I am working

F&S guy: OHHHH!! But you look so young!! You really don’t look like you go to work!!

Me: (-_- ya ya… get to the point) thanks

F&S guy: What do you work as?

Me: I’m in the construction industry

F&S guy: oh you have to go to site?

Me: Yes

F&S guy: May I know how old are you?

Me: 26

F&S guy: OHH!!! You look so young!! I really thought you are below 20!!!! *2 glances to my boobs*

Dammit!!!

Me: *pulls bag to chest* haha thanks *getting ready to turn around*

F&S guy: *starts to ching chong* errr.. Do you understand & speak Chinese?

Me: Errr no, I am malay, not Chinese

F&S guy: oooohhh!!!! You are malay?!!? You really look like Chinese!!!!

Me: *forced grin* yea

At this point, I really wanted him to get to the point; all this small chat is really ridiculous! I just want to quickly deny him for whatever reason!

F&S guy: Well, okay, actually I came here from Taiwan because I am working in an agency. Perhaps you are interested in working part time? We have part time modelling, part time (don’t know what he said here) and the most popular one, social escorts.

Me: (WTF?!!?) ah! No thanks! I like to keep my weekends free for myself.

F&S guy: oh! Okay, sorry and thank you! Very nice to meet…..

Me: haha yeah okay *quickly turn around and plugged up my ears*

I was tensed throughout the whole journey because I was afraid he might chat me up again as we alighting or something and was ready to approach any malay auntie to talk to. Yes, there are men who won’t give up.

As soon as I alighted from the bus, I made a beeline out of the station.

Just to make it clear, it wouldn’t make it any difference if he was not all sloppy, sweaty and fat, I would still be terrified because I know my instincts told me something is not right and to quickly get out of the conversation or just get it over with it.

I mean, social escort!? Dammit!

I actually feel pity for any stupid or desperate girl falling for this.

   

SMRT Fails

"From Dec 18 to June 17, 2011, commuters affected by overcharging as a result of the bus stop distance corrections can get a full refund on the spot "

[more here]

Fail No. 1

To have a distance error in the first place since they were so eager to charge us by distance instead of number of stops. But since technically, nothing is perfect, I think it is not that bad since they are willing to refund the over charges when they could've pretended nothing happen. =P

Fail No. 2

Many people are unaware of such refund. In fact, the TransitLink Add Value Machine & TransitLink Ticket Office/Concession Card Replacement Office was not filled with people as expected on the first day.

Which was weird since Refunds + Singaporeans = Super long queue

Fail No. 3

The refunded money? I expected perhaps $1 or $2 but instead, I was refunded 11cents and Jhon, 6cents!

Turns out that many had the same experience though from watching the news, they had more than us.

Perhaps in grand total, amount refunded is a lot but when it is distributed individually, it is seriously not much.

Jhon barely received 6cents and could've found more change on the ground. Nonetheless, I still appreciate for the refund, its just that it seems the amount was not worth it.

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Don't get me wrong, I love public transport and I always believe it is the commuters who always makes the journey uncomfortable for all, not the services but after all this, I can't help but think of their previous but appropriately suited fail....

Right?

   

Another Malaysian SMS Scam

Yup, another one. This time the SMS is sent to Jhon.

For the previous ones, click here

'Congratulations! Your Simcard has won a prize, a cash cheque, SGD$10,000 from "KDIstar" (MNCTv). Please dial +6287844336644. Ir.H Sulaiman Abdulla"

Jhon, what have you been doing behind my back in Malaysia huh? hehehe

oh yeah, and I just realised that the phone number is an Indonesia Country code.
*scratches head*

   

Do I Look Like Little Miss Muffet To You?!

In less than a month, insects have successully tormented me in my daily life.

The first would be the praying mantis that came into my room and sat on my knee.

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The next one would be a day of spiders. A light green spider hopped on the back of my leg early in the morning while I was heading for work. Luckily Jhon saw it and immediately brushed it off.

During lunch, as I was minding my own business, a spider was creeping down it's web from the ceiling!!!

Naturally, with eyes wide opened, I pointed it out with my finger making incoherent words to Jhon

I am sure from other people's perspective, I looked like I saw a ghost. hahaha! well, yet again, Jhon came to my rescue and made it climb back up.

A few days later, while talking to Fizah on the phone in my room, I saw an insect crawling on my wall. I wanted to ignore it but it was heading to my mom's clean pile of clothes.

As I got closer armed with an abundant amount of tissue, I noticed it was not an ordinary bug! It was wriggling like a worm but it was not. It had feelers and looked like a long version of an ant! Well, I pinched it with the tissue and showed it to my mom. She was disgusted while looking at it wriggled away & she is supposed to be my pest buster (wo)man!

The recent encounter was a grasshopper in my room. Black with a red tip on its body.

Mom managed to shoo it away but after 1 hour, it came back in and refused to go out. She had no choice but to kill it with insecticide.

Why oh why these bugs are bugging me?! Do they sense my fear and decided to play pranks on me like Little Miss Muffet?

To all insects, NOT FUNNNYYYY...