We are Singaporeans.

I learnt a lesson. A very big one infact.

Which is, DON’T EVER FIGHT WITH SINGAPOREANS when it comes to special promotions or bargains. You see, I and my sister chanced upon this particular flyer almost everywhere. It stated that there was this promotion going on till 30th July, where rebonding only costs $45. I and Dharshi decided to head there, but we only got time on Saturday, which happened to be the last day of the promo.

We had difficulty finding seats in the saloon. The stylists were fighting among themselves to offer seats to their customers. The moment someone gets up to wash their hair, another stylists drags their customer to grab the other person’s seat. And the poor customer earlier has to stand before he finds another ‘victim’ who walks off to wash his hair. This was not it. I was so ‘blessed’ to get this male hair stylist who was so damn rough with my hair. He was almost pulling out the strands each time when he was ironing my hair. I was just waiting to get out of that damn place.

I prefer a stylist to be handling my hair all the way, but these people were just coming one at a time to do a bit while handing over to another. And everyone has their different ways of handling. The end result? Badly burnt and damaged hair. The price you gotta pay for a “discounted rate.’ Marvelous.

I’m never stepping in there again, or any other saloon which offers some kinda mass promotion. It makes no difference if you booked an appointment with them or not. It wasn’t just my hair being damaged. The hairstylist didn’t iron my hair properly and left some curls at the left side. This is so damn retarded. The hairstylist admitted that the rebonding wasn’t done properly and offered to do it FOC for me again that day. I told them I’ll come again another day.

Come on, who’s gonna go thru that shuffing all over again? I fixed an appointment this Friday, but I highly doubt I’ll be rebonding my hair. I’ll just get a good treatment done or something. My hair definitely can’t take any more chemicals.

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Met my sunshine after that, had some satay, and the famous Hokkien Noodles at Toa Payoh. Sis left first, and I and Ragu took a stroll around my old neighbourhood. Whoa, that brought me many memories. Especially those times I used to wait for my school bus when I was in Primary School.

I caught ‘Drag me to Hell’ after that. It was quite freaky lah. That old gypsy woman in that show was really gross. Her nails, clothes, phlegm and everything else. Thank god I’m not working with a Bank. No old women come to a Shipyard to look for me, so I escape!

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One of my colleague wants to go to Tekka today, so I’ll probably be giving her my most precious and wanted company. Why am I blogging all this? Cos I’m bored. But hey, it’s better then leaving this space empty right? Hehe.

PEEK A BOO

God gave burdens, also shoulders.

I know it’s been a while since I updated this place lah. Just getting abit bored of blogging. Lol.

Haven’t been doing much nowadays. Quite busy at work and pretty stressed with learning the new stuff. Work’s pretty cool. It’s quite a small department and I think it’s better this way.

Saturday was Abdul’s wedding. Went there with my sis, Prita and Ragu. Not bad, that guy finally got settled down. Managed to meet two more of our long lost buddies, Ramzan and Karthik. What else? Hmm, the food was yummy. I loved the mutton. So well cooked and tender.

It’s Sunday. Like always, I hate Sundays. Maybe it’s because there’s usually nothing nice to watch on TV, and the fact that I must get my ass back to work the following day. GRRRR.

Oh yah, I’ve been stuffing myself with Paalgova. Sweetheart Becky bought a whole box as I requested. No actually I asked for one, but as usual the generous her bought me a whole box of them. Saw her on Saturday after work.

I need to go SHOPPING. I seriously have lotsa stuff on my list. And I need to change my HP! That’s the first on my list now.

It’s 5.54 p.m. and I’m getting sleepy after eating so much. I think I’m gonna catch a nap.

Till next time!

Nobody really cares if you’re miserable, so you might as well be happy.

Well, it’s Friday. I’m really happy, though I don’t sound like it. Lol.

Yesterday I met Ragu after my work. I was extremely tired after some OT, but decided to drop by since he was working so near me. And after that, we had our dinner and proceeded to the Sembawang MRT Station to ‘relac’ for a while before heading back. And for ONCE, I decided to be nice and bought ciggies for Ragu. But something really bad happened. I decided not to publish it here in case Ragu whacks me. =(

So we ended up going back with negative feelings. Why is it that when something bad happens, the following events make it even more shitty?

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Well, today am gonna meet up with my ladies, Prita, Menaga, Dharshi and maybe Kohi. The plan is to head to Vivo City. Well, haven’t been there in ages.

And yey! I’m not working tomorrow.

I suck at directions.

Last Friday, I met Dharshi and Mum after work as Mum needed to get shoes. After that, Mum asked us to follow her to her new workplace as she was starting work the following Monday. She wanted to know where it was, so she wouldn’t get lost on her first day. Her company was at Woodlands Industrial Side. It was a huge-ass building and we walked and walked but the damn company was nowhere at sight.

We were getting a little tired now, so decided to hail a cab to head back. We waited. We walked. We walked and waited. We waited and walked. We could see no cab. We had no choice but to keep walking, as it was quite scary being there with foreigners looking at us like we were walking Chicken Burgers.

So, I decided to lead the way. We could see some HDB flats now, and I confidently assured my folks that we were nearing my home already. I even told them I’ve been to this part of the blocks before and that I knew it was ‘Woodlands Ave 1.’ Trusting me, from block 400+ we were trying to find 600+ to get back home. Suddenly we realised we were not in Woodlands, but in Sembawang now. (-_-) My sis kept comdemning my sense of direction and we ended up talking a cab from there to Woodlands.

Moral of the story:

1) Never try to walk around in Industrial Sites after 7 p.m.
2) Never ever trust me, when it comes to directions. It’s similar to digging your own grave.

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After I came back home, I was walking like a half dead chicken to the the toilet to wash my legs. (The normal procedures every Indian family has before we are allowed to enter any other region of the house.) A few seconds later I yelped as I felt a sharp pain on my toenail. It felt like my toenail was flipped out. Ouch. I actually knocked my toenail at the brim of my toilet.

This is not the first time lor. I always end up injuring my toenails.

Enjoy when you can; endure when you must.

I’ve finally found a job I like and I really enjoy doing. I’m now working in a Marine Company at Lavander. (Yeah, I know. I’m fated to be with the Marine Line.) Thank goodness, I also have an Internet connection here. So I don’t have to strain my eyes doing work all the time. The people here are nice, except for a few psychos. But I guess it’s pretty normal to have atleast 2 – 3 psychos lurking around in every company. (Sometimes more.)

Talking about Lavander, I’m really close to Tekka. Talking about Tekka, I’m craving for paalgova.

Today is my sister’s birthday. Gonna eat seafood with my family later for dinner. Woohoo! I got her a gift at CWP yesterday. Hopefully she likes it.

I don’t have anything else to talk about now as my life is pretty much the same routine. The one thing I really like at my workplace is that I can really dress down. People here wear jeans and T-Shirt to work on a normal weekday.

Alright, gonna get back to work. Dharshini, if you’re reading this, Happy Birthday Sweetheart. And sorry for scolding you over the phone earlier.