Bah! Wat a day!!!

I think I'm 'blessed' with such wonderful blood-related beings living under the same roof as me..

After a comfy sleep, I woke up feeling pretty excited about tonight's programme! And I don't wish to turn grumpy and be PMS-ing like yesterday too..so I've gotto try to feel great. I remember sitting at the dining table one day and then suddenly telling Mum, "You know what? I wanna be a chiobu, and I will do anything to make myself chio".

As anyone would have guessed, Mum just shook her head. I was expecting more than that..like...

"Oh! Let me help you!!!!"

"I think we should start by changing your wardrobe!" (I wish..)

"Learn to put some nice make up.." (Just forgot..Mum nags big time when I do so..so she won't say that..)

"Ok, we can get someone professional to change you from head to toe" (If she says this, I will laugh till I fall off the chair)

Anyway, she said none of those, and said "If you're happy, your face will glow, and look radiant. You'll be pretty then.." Muahaha..did she say I'll be pretty? Come on, my mum knows she's got a fugly daughter..she said I was so ugly when I was a new born...so ugly that she didn't know how I turned out looking that way when she and Dad are blessed with the looks.

So because of her invaluable advice, I decided to let my face glow with radiance by keeping myself in high spirits, and use my '3 for $10' mask for the first time since Mum used it and said it's good.

I happily used it, thinking that it will turn me into a chiobu after 20 minutes..

And because I have to look good (I hope I do) tonight, I told myself I'm not gonna do anything that will make me sweat or get myself pissed. I shall pamper myself all the way.

THEN...

My silly brother brought down the Xmas tree from the attic. It's a yearly thing that we put up the tree, but as we grow up, it's becoming more and more of a pain to put it up. It's the 'having to clear it' part which turns the whole family off. But that asshole Frederick insisted that we put it up this year. And he's not going to do it. Mum or I will have to do it.

I think this is absurd cos I'm not even dying to see the tree around, not as if it's not going to make any difference to me. Apparently, only Frederick wants it around, and I HAVE TO DO THE JOB?! $#@&*^

Being obliging me, I did it. Took that silly tree out of its carton, and had a hard time fixing the stand. I was trying to put the screw through the holes till my finger was gonna have a blister anytime. And because that tree's only put up once a year, it's dusty, and I can just imagine the amount of dust coating my just-masked-face. And the amount of dust all over me too. I definitely don't wish to end up having rashes all over..

Next, it's Mum.

2 days ago...

Mum: You wanna go to the salon to tie your hair on Saturday?

Me: Nahz...I will DIY..

This morning, I sorta changed my mind, and thought of getting a professional to do it for me. So I kindly asked Mum how much it'll cost to do so.

Mum: Not much lah..maybe around $20 to just tie it?

Me: I thought of going...in a dilemma..

Mum: If you want, we can go together..

And then 5 minutes later...

Mum: Ay, go for what? Might as well do it yourself. Don't waste money.

Me: .... ( *thinking to myself* didn't you just suggested it 2 days ago?!)

I'm feeling creative today, and decided to invent a new hairstyle for myself....haha. Ok, I have seen this hairstyle in some mag ages ago, and I thought maybe I shall do a trial for myself since there's still a lot of time. If I'm good at doing it, I shall tie my hair that way for tonight.

I spent a good hour+ doing it, and when the job was done, I happily (feeling proud too) went to the kitchen to show Mummy my new hairstyle..and..

Mum: So ugly! Aiyo...what did you do to your hair?! It's like some nigger hair!

Me: *super turned off*

*Mum rants on for the next 10 minutes about it, while I start nua-ing on the sofa*

Mum: You are worse than me manz! It's just a wedding dinner, and you're so worried about your hair.

Me: Hello...someone goes to the salon early in the morning just to colour and blow her hair before EVERY formal occasion hor?

Mum: It's just blow and colour mahz..

Anyone in the right mind will know she lost the debate..I bet she knows it..but Mum never likes admitting she loses...she sucks having this trait...but if she's not like that, she's not Mum hor? Tsk tsk..

And you know what?

2 hours later...

Mum: You want to go to the salon opposite to do your hair?

Me: -.- NO

Mum: I think around $40..

Me: You just said it's a waste of money..

Mum: If you want, we can go, but it's wasting money..

Me: .....

What's wrong with her manz...arghh...

Conclusion, I'm not going to the salon...

I'm gonna try to see if I can take nice photos tonight. If they look alright, I'll post them up..if not...it's only for my viewing.. :P

So pray hard I don't turn out looking like a disaster in reality and in photos.