Of piercings and tattoos

It's been almost a month since I last updated my blog and that too was to say that I have been so busy.

In truth, I am sometimes just plain lazy to think and come up with an entry. I don't lead a very exciting life, so talking about my everyday life is just so boring!

Over the past few weeks, I've celebrated my sister's 21st birthday (it's all on her blog), have been busy with meetings, workshops and trainings at work, and ... hmm...I can't really remember what else.

So I went out with Trish and my sis yesterday, and after much nagging and persuasion, I managed to get my sis to pierce her second ear hole. I got my second ear hole right after Form 5 and that's been like 9 years!! My sis has left school for 4 years and only NOW she's getting one. Lol! She says she feels like a rebel having two earrings on one ear! *roll eyes*

I wanted to get a 3rd one yday but the MILD OCD in me is giving me doubts. For those who know me, I must have everything in even numbers, else I'd feel weird. So having 3 earholes on my ear is making me think twice. But then again, if I get a 3rd piercing, I'd have SIX holes, and that's even! Gosh.....I sound mad! As of now...I'm still debating on whether I should get another piercing or not.

On another hand, I feel like getting a tattoo. Mum has no objections provided I tattoo HER name! Though I think she's just joking. However, getting a tattoo is serious business. One, there's the risk of getting HIV. Two, it cannot be removed (which I'm not worried about). Three, there's the cost; getting a tattoo is not cheap! So for now....I might just have to settle with permanent marker ink on my skin (and the risk of skin cancer) or the traditional henna. Hmmm...

I'd better stop here before I start rambling on and on and on....

In case I don't have another entry for the next one month...here's wishing everyone out there,

A HAPPY MERDEKA AND EID MUBARAK!!!

August

It's already August!! Puasa has started. My sis's 21st birthday is in two weeks; then it'll be Raya, then Merdeka. Before I know it, it'll be Deepavali and then Xmas!! Whoa.......time is indeed just zooming.......!!!!

Been busy at work. Rushing this and that. Plus there's this big Tribunal thing that is happening in India in December, so we're all gearing up for it. I've said that I don't want to have any work stuff here in my blog, but I can't seem to help it as work takes up half my time. Just the other day, my colleagues and I were rushing to finish a proposal. The call for the proposal came out about 2 1/2 months ago but due to delays and procrastination by a certain someone....we are had to bear the brunt of her actions!! We managed to submit the proposal on time so we can only hope that we get the funding.

On another note...my grandparents and aunt and uncle came for a visit!! It's been years since we all last saw each other, so it was great fun meeting up!!

Am at work now...curi-curi writing this...hehe....

Sighs....

I’m writing about this because I feel that I’ve endured it for far too long and no matter how many times I tell myself that I should not let it bother me, I always get affected anyway. I get irritated; I get annoyed; I become bitter. And I hate it when that happens.

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I’m the type of person who likes to stay home. I read, watch TV, listen to music or sleep. I go out occasionally, when I feel like it and when the time is right. I like having a routine. I don’t have that incessant need or feeling of always wanting or having to go out. I’m not a social bee or butterfly or whatever. Being a homebody doesn’t bother me. I’m comfortable staying at home and having what some people would call, “a boring” life. Yes…there are times when I myself feel that my life is mundane and that everyone around me has a much more fun life, especially since I’m still young. But that feeling comes and then subsides like the waves in the ocean. If I want a change, then it’s up to me to do something about it.

This ‘complain’ entry has been long coming. I’m not sure if I have a similar entry written years ago coz I can’t remember (though I won’t be surprised if there is one). So…like I said above, I’m the kind of person who likes to stay home; and anyone who knows me, knows that. And because of this, I’ve gotten so much of crap comments about me being old, not fun, uncool etc. Some even say that I won’t meet anyone i.e. bf, husband etc if I continue this way.

I’m apparently older than my parents; so much so that people say I behave like I’m the parent and my parents are the children. Now…I’m blessed with having superb parents, who are not only open about everything, they are also fun, young (for their age), hip and they get along with anyone of any age. If anything, they are the best parents anyone could ask for. They are welcoming and people just flock to them like how bees flock to honey. Can I help it if I am different from them?

I don’t know if it is insecurity or jealousy or that I just have a warped mind, but there are times when I actually think twice about introducing my friends (the few of them that I have) to my parents. I know…sounds sick right? While I love the fact that my parents are so accepting and accommodating, and that my friends click with them so well, I tend to feel that after awhile, my friends tend to prefer my parents. After all, I’m the “old” one, no? The one who always says no and is as controlling and uncool as an 80-year old spinster. Even my own mum says I'm old and boring and have no life. Sighs. I’m always told that my parents are cool and that people are jealous coz I’m so lucky my parents are not like parents. Yes…my parents are great. Thank God!

What I don’t understand, is why people just can’t seem to understand and/or accept that I (and my sis to an extent) am a homebody. We are different from our parents. Just because they made us, doesn’t mean we are their clones. So I don’t go out so often. So what if (back in high school), the few times that I actually went out with my friends, we went to the State museum? It’s not coz we’re boring or nerds, but one friend in the group had not been to the museum and had wanted to go. I didn’t know we had to go clubbing or do the “normal-typical” stuff that teens do.

I know I turn down many invitations to go out and that me accepting one is rare. I don’t mind the many invitations (at least I know I am remembered and that people actually want me around) but what I really hate are the remarks. My parents always encourage me to go out; in fact, I don’t think they’ve ever said no to me whenever I wanted to go out. So, permission is definitely not a problem. Finance is an issue coz how can you go out and NOT spend? Yes…I admit that I rarely go out as I prefer to save whatever little $$ that I can. After all, emergencies have cropped up and these little savings are the saviours. And...I'm not complaining about this mind you.

All I am saying, or at least trying to say is this: do not compare me to my parents. They are from a whole different generation. Yes…they are the more fun, upbeat, cool type. I am not. We don't even have that much in common when it comes to having fun. Maybe that's why my friends like them more. Hmm...I sometimes wish that I was (and try to be) like them. Easy to talk to, friendly, approachable. But alas, I have my own personality.

Sighs…reading back what I have written above, it sounds as though I need to be lying down on a sofa, next to a shrink. :s I sound like an imaginative, childish, lunatic who has been cooped up in the house for too long. Maybe I do have a problem and I’m not seeing it!

Geez…do I still post this up now? I guess so.

[Disclaimer: This entry does not point to one person but to the public as a whole.]

Forgot

For awhile there, I had actually forgotten that I have a blog!! :s Crazy I know!! It wasn't until I saw my sis reading her blog, that I remembered about mine!! Lol!!

Must be "old" age!

Mistakes

I love English. In fact, English was my favourite subject in school, simply because it was one of those subjects that didn't need studying. As long as I paid attention in class and spoke proper (i.e. not broken) English, I THOUGHT I would be fine. I always scored As in English for every exam, so I thought that my English was fine.

That is until I started my blog. Ever since I started writing, there are almost always a few mistakes that would be found. From spelling to grammar to sentence structure. Even if I re-read my entry and double checked it for any errors, people would still find mistakes!!! Geez!!

Has my standard of English started to dwindle? Okay...now I'm getting paranoid. Is it "has my" or is it "have my"???? The MILD OCD in me is starting to run on overdrive. HELP!!!

Of course...I am grateful that these mistakes are pointed out to me. I continously do the same for my sis and she hates it! I guess it's good that we each have our own 'spell and grammar checker'.

Well...I hope I've written this entry with NO mistakes. If one is found...then I'll just have to shrug my shoulders and go "Oh well..". Plus...I consulted mum on a few "has my or have my".

Compliments

Today marks one week since I changed to my new hairstyle; and I must say that I'm still glowing/enjoying/beaming from all the compliments that I've gotten so far. I have received tonnes (hehe....that's just an exaggeration) of compliments and I can't stop smiling. Once again, I owe it to Trish. :-)

So two days after getting my new hairstyle...I washed my hair. And what do you know...my curls went missing!! Lol....instead of curls I now have waves. I got a fright when I saw the amount of hair that dropped while washing my hair. Must be all the dye-ing, straightening and curling cream. So I decided against using the foam thing that Trish kindly loaned me. Of course...she's been asking me ever since if I have tried the foam thing yet. I haven't Trish!

Some people prefer the "new" hair without the curls. Personally..both suits me fine. But I'm leaning towards the wavy hairstyle as it's so much easier to maintain. Just wash, dry and run fingers through hair. Hehe! How lazy!

Vay says I've become vainer. I have to agree. This is the first time I've had a side fringe and it's kind of irritating having the hair cover your eyes. I keep pushing it away from my hair. I don't want to push it up for fear of spoiling my straightening. I know....terrible isn't it!! Plus...I keep checking to see if my parting is straight and that my hair is ok! Gosh...what have I turned into!! Vay can't stand the "new" vain me.

I like my new hair and the new length. Mum says it makes my hair looks healthy, full and it's nice. So I've decided to maintain this hairstyle for awhile.

Now that I've changed my hair, Trish wants me to have another make-over i.e. make-up and nails. I'm still resisting coz I'm so not the make-up and nail type of girl. I don't even know how to put on eyeliner let alone a full set of make-up!!

I suppose I could start wearing skirts...hell...no way!! HAHA... Extremely skinny, hairy legs are a definite NO-NO!! Hmmm...let's see what there is to change next......

Finally...

Finally...after much thought and going back and forth on my decision, I've done it. I've cut my hair! As I said in my previous entry, I have this phase every year, where I want to cut my hair. So yesterday, after having lunch with Trish, I got dragged to a friend's hair salon. I say 'dragged' coz up until we paid our lunch bill, I was still having second thoughts!

Anyway, so we went to the salon and after looking through a few books, we finally decided on a hairdo which we thought would suit me best. Shoulder length, with a side fringe. And since my hair is wavy, there would be curls at the ends. I straightened my fridge though so that it would slide down the side of my face and not curl up and give me a "curtain". This was the first time I was applying any chemicals to my hair (besides dye-ing my hair, that is). We reached the salon at about 2.45 and I was there until at least 6.30pm!!

Trish was soooooo excited and even took pictures of me in my various stages of my transformation! I don't think I'll put the pics up though coz I don't think they're very flaterring.

So, three hours and 45 minutes later...my hair was done. I had a new look. My reaction: I LOVE IT! I've always either had short, boy cut hair or long hair. I've never had shoulder length hair like this before. I actually feel girlier. Lol! And....Trish paid for me!! She said it was my birthday present! How sweet! We have this tanding arrangement that we would not get eacho ther gifts since our birthdays are just one day apart but then...she broke the agreement this time. Not that I'm complaining. THANKS TRISH!!!!!

When I went to the shop with my new do, everyone said it was a nice change!! :-) They said it made me look younger, much to my sister's horror! Now she's got even more reason to be angry at me! Well....dear sis....you can cut your hair too and then you'll look younger!!! :P

The result: