So I permed my hair. And get meself Cleopatra bangs. Like, Wohoo OMG?

Nothing to shout about actually, really. It is just that I thought a change would do me good. Yeah, since I am gonna change my job anyway. Oppsie, I accidentally blurted it out. Hee hee.

Ah screw it, I am just so THRILLED to start a new year with a new job, new office and new hair.

I dun wanna start complaining about my new hairdo YET. And I dun wanna think much about mom's reaction when she saw me last night during our so-called girls' night out karaoke session. Today is just my first day wearing it, and according to Mr. Hairstylist, I need to wait for at least 3 days for the hair chemical thingamajigs to really penetrate into my hair keratine before I wash it off, and the moment I do, I (and everyone in this planet) would go oooh-la-laaa..

More picas of me and my new hair next time. Later guys. I am off to attend Matt's brother's wedding.

I did wear my Lancome mascara last Friday night (which I bought early last year but seldom use) and oh boy, did it make me feel fab. The rest of the girls dressed up to the nines and it was hard not to capture the moment. So for the first time ever, these are our clubbing photos.

I left the girls around 3 something because I had a job calling which required 100% soberness first thing in the morning and thank God, it went well. I felt bloody good man. The key to a good life is balance, oh yes, work hard, party hard and sleep hard baby. hehehe. 

So yeah, that was it for Friday night. Last night, I invited Olet to join me and my parents for dinner at Waterfront and funny that she, whose profession dealing with sick people (literally) ended up lecturing my parents about healthy eating and surgical procedures. :p After my parents left, instead of going for a movie as planned, we, just the two of us, hit Cocoon bar and had an amazingly fun night. It is always flatterring having guys throwing appreciative glances/offering a round of drinks/etc when you least expect it to happen, especially when ure clad simple non-clubbing outfits.

To conclude, I had fun two nights in a row. And it is Monday again. Bleargh.

I and NJ's joint-birthday bash was fantastic. The girls and fellow friends were happy. I learned few things from the event, which are:

1. I could never look gorgeous with curly hair (it was okay initially but as soon as I start to dance, the sweat weighed my hair down making me look like a witch with a faux hairdo)
2. I need more than half and hour to prettify myself prior to a big occasion (I forgot to put on finishing powder, super black jet eyeliner for a smoky effect and my biggest regret was not be bothered to wear mascara at all)

The thing was I overslept (yeah I landed my curled hair on the pillow, so what I was damn exhausted) and was late for my own birthday party. And everyone thought I was being fashionably late. Yeah right.

About 30 of me and NJ’s friends and family members came to the party and from my side, I had my siblings and their other halves, fellow friends and ex-schoolmates (no date at all). The dress code was supposedly red or white or red and white but to my disappointment, I am surrounded by born rulebreakers.

Okay I just wanna get over with this. So here are the pics.

We hit another club later on and my brothers got themselves into troubles and being a good sister that I am, I spent the night at Queen Elizabeth Hospital. I reached our (me and the girls) rented hotel room around 6am and slept like a log.

The day after (sans makeup kogut looks)

That's it I am done thank you very much.