At 6.50am later, I will boarding on a flight to Kota Kinabalu, Sabah, off to an unknown village with my friends.
First time being away from home for 2 weeks,
first time having to stay in a real rural area,
first time having to cook for all meals,
first time having no handphone network for 2 weeks,
first time having no facebook for more than one day,
first time having no MSN messenger,
first time having no laptop and games for more than 2 hours,
first time having to wash all my clothes MANUALLY,
first time having no cozy bed and blanky for nights,
first time having no aircon for more than one day...
I hope I survive.
See ya in 2 weeks time!
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In less than half an hour, I made a decision to cut my hair short. Yeap, finally I am leaving my long fluffy hair at the salon.
I am not dumped by that someone, I did not screwed up my studies, I did not run away from my family, I did not just killed someone - nothing out of the ordinary happened to me lately. The thing is, I wanted a change for no apparent reason, something I want to do for myself.
I sms-ed my mom informing her I were going to cut my hair short. My mom always has the mind set that long fair means femininity. Her replied was short and blunt : It'll make you look fat, don't cry after that k. Ouch...
The salon were having a promotion for hair cut, RM15.90 for all style. Why not then? And there I went, without knowing specifically how my new hair going to look like. The hairstylist assured me that she knew what to do with my hair, I am not a pro in these, so, I shut my mouth and wait for it to happen.
Ta-dah!! I was very much satisfied with my new hair. More than just satisfaction I would say. For the first few days, I felt really bizzare staring at the girl in mirror. For several times, I even freaked myself out when I walked pass a mirror. Guess I were so used to having long hair.
The only problem is, it cost RM30. I got fooled. The hairstylist explanation was:"Becuase we washed your hair for you. That RM15.90 package doesn't include washing hair." Thanks for the clarification ya!! -_-
Confession time, I am very proud of my new hair. Yeah, I look even plumper with my 'Cleopetro hair' (quoted by my friends). But....I am really happy with my new hair mah...*shy*
I felt like I have been sheltering in my shell for so long, never really experience the extraordinary. Even while the phrase was degenerating to cliché in ordinary public use, it still means a lot to me - I only get to live life once, hence I shall move from shells to shells, till I have lived through all.
I am not dumped by that someone, I did not screwed up my studies, I did not run away from my family, I did not just killed someone - nothing out of the ordinary happened to me lately. The thing is, I wanted a change for no apparent reason, something I want to do for myself.
I sms-ed my mom informing her I were going to cut my hair short. My mom always has the mind set that long fair means femininity. Her replied was short and blunt : It'll make you look fat, don't cry after that k. Ouch...
The salon were having a promotion for hair cut, RM15.90 for all style. Why not then? And there I went, without knowing specifically how my new hair going to look like. The hairstylist assured me that she knew what to do with my hair, I am not a pro in these, so, I shut my mouth and wait for it to happen.
Ta-dah!! I was very much satisfied with my new hair. More than just satisfaction I would say. For the first few days, I felt really bizzare staring at the girl in mirror. For several times, I even freaked myself out when I walked pass a mirror. Guess I were so used to having long hair.
The only problem is, it cost RM30. I got fooled. The hairstylist explanation was:"Becuase we washed your hair for you. That RM15.90 package doesn't include washing hair." Thanks for the clarification ya!! -_-
Confession time, I am very proud of my new hair. Yeah, I look even plumper with my 'Cleopetro hair' (quoted by my friends). But....I am really happy with my new hair mah...*shy*
I felt like I have been sheltering in my shell for so long, never really experience the extraordinary. Even while the phrase was degenerating to cliché in ordinary public use, it still means a lot to me - I only get to live life once, hence I shall move from shells to shells, till I have lived through all.
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