1. Cost of hair dye - $14.60


2. Cost of having to dye your own hair - $0


3. Cost of dye-ing your hair wrongly - Your JOB!!


4. Cost of having your son come in to the room who starts laughing non-stop once he notices that your hair is dyed wrongly - PRICELESS

Yea..The first thing I said to her was: " Hey, you look like Krusty the Clown or Cyndi Lauper!" I'm mean, yes I know that myself but it was funny, and here's how she looked(you can see me in the mirror laughing while taking the photo),

hahaha...check out the BRIGHT RED FRINGE, I had no idea my mom was such a Punk Rocker.

Cindy came over later to do scan some stuff, she and I had planned to go out today. Went first with her to OCBC to get some new notes for red packets, then headed to Thomson Plaza to get our body massage. Gosh, it was damn painful but bloody well nice after the whole thing was done. Cindy got a lady to do her back while I got this Malaysian dude. He asked me to take off my shirt and I went like....ERRR for what especially when there's nobody else who had their shirts taken off. HMMMM....but I did anyway since he said the effects would be better. When he did my back and neck, it wasn't really all that painful, more like ticklish especially when he did my shoulder blades. Next he helped do my sprained ankles, yes both of my ankles are sprained. This was the one that hurt like hell, I swear...I could've passed out there and then if didn't stop him occasionally. He used his full force rubbing my ankles and twisting them from side to side. There was even one instance where he twisted both my ankles inward at the SAME time and that was the killer blow, because of that I almost kicked his face. Yes, I know that some pressure has to be used to cure these injuries but to use that amount of force? That could've broken my foot! Gosh, anyway after the whole thing we went for lunch afterwhich we looked around the optical shops at Thomson Plaza to have me make a new pair of specs. Went into this shop called erm...First Contact Lens Centre. Saw this damn pretty girl, maybe around 18 or 19 but she was freaking tall and was damn bloody rich, she had on an Ed Hardy Trucker Cap;Burberry Watch;Coach handbag;Lacoste shoes and all in all, she was the bomb..though she was with her mom. Back to the topic...so I searched around and finally found a frame that I liked and my sister liked, pretty funky colours too..hahaha! Took a cab to town after making my new pair of specs which is to be collected tomorrow (today since it's already past 12am). Went to Wisma first, Cindy checked out Topshop and couldn't find anything, I went to Topman and got this retro red polka dotted shirt which I wanted to get last Christmas...I think Manying you would remember it..LOL! I didn't get it the last time because it was too broad for the shoulders then but now after much training..hahaha..it fits me perfectly now. Wanted to get a newspaper boy cap as well but they didn't have my size, couldn't find any nice new wallet as well all seemed so punk rockish, wanted to get a belt too but non were appealing and AMAZINGLY that shirt was all I went home with. Cindy shopped a lot, well not really a lot but she tried on a lot of stuff, esp. at Mango. I was there as her fashion advisor/clothes hanger. Happy to help her pick out some stuff that made her look different for a change, a bit of 60s and a youngish feel to the new wardrobe she and I picked out. I know for sure she's going to look great in those clothes! Dan came to meet us for dinner, we ate at Pacific Plaza then headed home. Bought apple strudel for Ritz on the way for mom. Everybody was dead tired when we came home, I'm much too tired to do any studying so here I am blogging and now I'm much too tired to blog anymore..Goodnight readers

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