I dyed my hair on Christmas Eve. The outcome is quite... Hahaha~ I'm kind of speechless actually. I'm not really used to seeing my hair in colour other than black, since I have spent approximately 19 years eyeing at my black hair. Anyways, the front part is quite light compared to the back, mainly because my hair is thinning at the front part (NOOO!!!). Christmas morning, I was taking picture in mother's room and she stopped to look at me for more than 10 seconds while smiling before saying, "Your hair is really nice". I can't really get an obvious picture of my hair colour but just be patient, I will camwhore all the time so you will definitely have chance to see my hair colour. HEHE. If not, you can ask me out just to see my hair. LOLOLOL~ Below is a before-after picture of my hair dye :)
Did you guys celebrate Christmas? I did countdown at home on my bed with my novel. And there was someone calling me around 3.30am twice but I didn't answer since it was an unknown number. Grrr. Why did I put the phone next to me? Oh, it served as an alarm so I can wake up the next day for the Christmas Mass. Christmas? It is Jesus' birthday. The choir sang a hymm which is followed by "Happy Birthday", we sang four different parts; Soprano, Alto, Tenor and Bass; and I was surprised to hear applause from fellow Catholics. *touched*
My cousin uploaded a picture of herself and her brother. Her brother looked so wilting to the level he looked like a night robber, or as what he told me, bat. I chatted with him for a while since I saw him online and then he said I look awesome since I am slimmer than before. I told him I still got tummy but he said it is just chubby baby fat and it is cute. LOLOLOL. I'm seriously not used to being flatter, either by parents, siblings, cousins or friends. *blushed*
Staying at home and not going out is really, really bored. Yet, I can't do anything much. Nobody's asking me out and there's quite a lot of activities in church which I am involved in since I finished exam. Now that Christmas is over, I am finally free. The last function was last night, whereby we went for dinner at Sun Lee How Fook Restaurant. It was supposed to be caroling appreciation dinner but the group leader called this dinner as caroling party for the chinese choir members. It was super insane and I kept laughing nonstop until my cheeks cramped. Michael was so drunk since the members kept force-feed him with red wine and he started to sing and said that he wasn't drunk. We were all laughing until the tears almost rolled down our cheeks. Later on, it became a "Pronounce-My-Name-Correctly" session and I became the victim since Michael couldn't pronounce my name properly. Eh-veling. Eh-velin. Eveling. Evering. Evening. Ended up he went, "Good Morning!" at me. HAHAHA! They all forced him to drink with the reason he mispronounced my name and I could only drink if he managed to pronounce my name properly. John was staring at my eyes after seeing Christine's eyes were bloodshot red. I was blinking and he said I was trying to flirt with him. OMG. He kept asking me to blink again. They were all super insane and it was the most craziest dinner I ever spent with the choir members. Every year, they got crazier and crazier.
Anyhow, I ended up drinking approximately eight cups of red wine. I was still sober and can remember what happened but after I got home, my body was so lagging to the level I felt I was very heavy and I slid down from my chair onto the floor and landed like a turtle on its shell. HAHAHA. Dafuq. I could lie on the floor and sleep all the way until morning just like that. Good thing I was still rational and forced myself to get up. By the way, I thought I had peaceful night but I had stupid dream again. Hmmm~ My brain is still lagging and I have slightly headache. Dehydration. May I have lots and lots of water please?
I read a status shared by Yvonne and it is quite accurate. Love is complicated but once you love someone, you will miss someone, you will think for someone's sake, you will not go out with opposite gender as you like, you will not flirt as you like, you will not let someone worry, you will not let someone think too much and if you can do this but someone cannot do the same for you, then the answer is obvious. Sometimes, it's not because I want to be emo but seriously, some people just don't know the timing and keep prying open my wound. It is healing and then they feel the necessity to pry it open and see whether it is healing or not. Dear brainless people, this is not the correct way to check on a fucking wound. You do not apply salt to the bleeding wound and rub on it until the wound bleeds again.
Did you guys celebrate Christmas? I did countdown at home on my bed with my novel. And there was someone calling me around 3.30am twice but I didn't answer since it was an unknown number. Grrr. Why did I put the phone next to me? Oh, it served as an alarm so I can wake up the next day for the Christmas Mass. Christmas? It is Jesus' birthday. The choir sang a hymm which is followed by "Happy Birthday", we sang four different parts; Soprano, Alto, Tenor and Bass; and I was surprised to hear applause from fellow Catholics. *touched*
A picture request from Alexis after Christmas Mass.
After church, mother and I went to Aeon Station 18 for lunch at Taiwan Shilin. Haha. Mother loved the food. We walked around before going to Starbucks so I can redeem my free drink. Java Chip is concentrated with coffee, and the stuffs I bitten into are the coffee beans. I never tried it but it is nice, yet I still prefer Dark Mocha, a mixture of chocolate and coffee.
Christmas gift from Joanne.
Staying at home and not going out is really, really bored. Yet, I can't do anything much. Nobody's asking me out and there's quite a lot of activities in church which I am involved in since I finished exam. Now that Christmas is over, I am finally free. The last function was last night, whereby we went for dinner at Sun Lee How Fook Restaurant. It was supposed to be caroling appreciation dinner but the group leader called this dinner as caroling party for the chinese choir members. It was super insane and I kept laughing nonstop until my cheeks cramped. Michael was so drunk since the members kept force-feed him with red wine and he started to sing and said that he wasn't drunk. We were all laughing until the tears almost rolled down our cheeks. Later on, it became a "Pronounce-My-Name-Correctly" session and I became the victim since Michael couldn't pronounce my name properly. Eh-veling. Eh-velin. Eveling. Evering. Evening. Ended up he went, "Good Morning!" at me. HAHAHA! They all forced him to drink with the reason he mispronounced my name and I could only drink if he managed to pronounce my name properly. John was staring at my eyes after seeing Christine's eyes were bloodshot red. I was blinking and he said I was trying to flirt with him. OMG. He kept asking me to blink again. They were all super insane and it was the most craziest dinner I ever spent with the choir members. Every year, they got crazier and crazier.
Before out for dinner and after back from dinner.
Anyhow, I ended up drinking approximately eight cups of red wine. I was still sober and can remember what happened but after I got home, my body was so lagging to the level I felt I was very heavy and I slid down from my chair onto the floor and landed like a turtle on its shell. HAHAHA. Dafuq. I could lie on the floor and sleep all the way until morning just like that. Good thing I was still rational and forced myself to get up. By the way, I thought I had peaceful night but I had stupid dream again. Hmmm~ My brain is still lagging and I have slightly headache. Dehydration. May I have lots and lots of water please?
A Christmas gift from myself.
I read a status shared by Yvonne and it is quite accurate. Love is complicated but once you love someone, you will miss someone, you will think for someone's sake, you will not go out with opposite gender as you like, you will not flirt as you like, you will not let someone worry, you will not let someone think too much and if you can do this but someone cannot do the same for you, then the answer is obvious. Sometimes, it's not because I want to be emo but seriously, some people just don't know the timing and keep prying open my wound. It is healing and then they feel the necessity to pry it open and see whether it is healing or not. Dear brainless people, this is not the correct way to check on a fucking wound. You do not apply salt to the bleeding wound and rub on it until the wound bleeds again.
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