The Growth..

This month going to be ultra busy for me. Its a good thing I'm doing what I love. The trouble and sacrifice I make, but it is all worth it in the end.

The Workaholic..

I'm going to die from overwork soon. Now the late nights are not from school projects, they're from the pre-preparation I have to do every night before going off to a hair appointment. Today I had 3 bookings. I slept at 4am preparing hair extensions and the tools, got up at 8am, and came home only at 9pm just now. And now I have to repeat the cycle, because one client wants her hair extensions done at 8am tomorrow, and I haven't prepared them yet.

Met Seha and Sirah at 9am to do their hair for their Jalan Raya. Saw all their sisters, and they all look alike wearing glasses! Their dad didn't know I was in the house, so had to run out of the house unnoticed. Luckily, I made it out alive.

Certain people just look better and better as they age. You've seen them a really long time back, and you say, "Meh." You see them now, and you say, "Wow."

Its ironic that last week, I was sleeping alot and yet I found myself looking really tired everytime I look in the mirror. Dull skin, dark circles, tired ageing face. I take hair supplements for 2 days and now I sleep 4 hours a day, and yet I wake up looking so fresh still. I guess I had vitamin defeciency.

I gotta go. Bye.

The Short Layers..

I seriously want to kill my uncle right now. I went to his salon at FEP to cut my hair just a little bit shorter, and he pretty much chopped 6cm of hair off like I was some dummy head sitting in a chair. Now I remember why I never did go back to him after he completely dried out my hair from my first rebonding. HE NEVER KEEPS HIS PROMISES.

He promised me that my hair will be flowy and long before the cut, and now the layers are so short, they move ever so stiffly. I remember the first rebonding I did 2 years ago, he promised me naturally straight hair, and I came out with broom needles on my head. I don't care if he chopped the back short when I went there to cut my hair two days ago, but the whore touched my crown and fringe and now they have short layers, and when i move my head, its like I'm wearing a wig. I'M NEVER GOING BACK THERE AGAIN. And the haircut costed me $28 fucking dollars. I should've just gone back to Mine's Salon. At least there, I get a magazine, tea, and a stylist who LISTENS and gives me WHAT I PAY FOR. My uncle pretty much put a RECEIPT on the table and dared to ask me to pay first because he was CLOSING SHOP. SHITTY CUSTOMER SERVICE. I swear, when I become stylist, I'll never make any of the mistakes he made, because you'll just end up losing more customers than you can ever imagine.

DON'T EVER CUT YOUR HAIR AT JON SALON ON THE 5TH LEVEL OF FEP. YOU'RE JUST SETTING YOURSELF UP FOR A BIG RIPOFF.

My work here is done. I'm going to go take hair supplements and grow this wig out.

The Missing Half..

I think I'll die during these 27 weeks of TEP. Henna won't be there with me anymore. And she's the only one in school, who can read me like a kamasutra book. Just when things were about to get really fun, NYP had to ruin everything and jumble us up. Change isn't always good.

I'm off to a rough start. Argh. Bye.

The Doormat..

I guess some people think of me as a doormat, where they can step all over my head and use me to get what they want. I'm not stupid. You might want to look again, because the joke's on you. I'm using you right back.

Another valuable skill my mom has taught me. Bye.

The Catch 69..

I think I better quickly phase off before I get sucked in. Whatever happened to the old days where I didn't know about anything. I was just an innocent spectator. I had to be a busybody and stick my nose in it. I want no part in this real life Mean Girls movie. I just want to watch while eating diet popcorn, because its amazingly entertaining. Its seriously like watching Laguna Beach, except its live and the people don't wear make up and have blah hair. You'd be surprised how someone can look so innocent, yet be so manipulative. Wow, I got the shock of my life when I found out.

I so badly want to colour my hair. But my mother isn't letting me do it. Argh.

Time to do some damage control. Bye.