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Fed on by fish and mosquitoes.

Been at my parents for almost a week. Been bitten by mossies for almost a week too. No one is getting bitten except me and I have no idea why.

Took Mom to visit her friend who is recuperating from breast cancer. To be honest, I was a little nervous, I didn’t know how I’d react to the sight of a sickly lady. But Aunty A has always been a tough cookie and she didn’t let the illness get in the way of her spunkiness. She’s exactly like her usual self, loud, bubbly and pleasantly obnoxious, albeit much thinner than before. I’m glad she’s recovering well and I hope the cancer will stay in remission.

After visiting my Mom’s friend, we left for some window shopping. We ate lunch at Ikea and then we strolled to Ikano where my eyes spotted some kind of aquariums on the ground floor. Turned out it’s one of those famous fish spa joints. Mom and I decided to give it a try.

Fish spa.
Oooh hungry!

At RM30 per 30 minutes, it seems pretty steep. Almost the price of a proper pedicure treatment. The moment I dunk my feet in, a school of fish surrounded my feet and started nibbling. Very ticklish, it took a while to get used to the sensation.

Fish attack.
For some reason, they only like to munch on my feet instead of mom’s.

Obviously, mom didn’t manage to maximise the 30 minutes cause the fish seemed only to be interested in my feet. One of the staff asked me whether I’ve been getting enough sleep as the fish apparently are attracted to people who are lacking of sleep. True, I’ve not been getting my snooze and going by the fish logic, it’s probably why the mossies at home are feeding off me too.

Me and Mom.
Me & Mom.

Will I go back again? The answer is No. As I was saying, RM30 is about the price of a proper pedicure and it’s certainly way more hygienic then dipping your feet into a tank of recycled water used by dozens of strangers before you. Smoother feet….maybe. But nothing beats having a scrub down by the good ol’ pumice stone.

Attended an event hosted by Happy yesterday evening. They were announcing the winners of Happy Moments. Grand prize was RM5000! Congratulations, winners. Will post more pictures if I got them, especially the ones of me and KY in compromising positions.

And here is a picture of me camwhoring in my new ‘Geek’ t-shirt at Northpoint’s “powder room” ahem.


Loving all these statement tees in WH (1 Utama). I’ve also gotten “I <3 Carbs" and "Relatively Famous". I hope they come out with more designs, just simple stuff with correct grammar, hehe.

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The Gigi Leung curse.

You know that girl from school with ever the perfect hair? This blogger was never that girl. In fact, I don’t think I’ll ever be completely happy with my hair. People think I’m stubborn, but wait till they meet the strands of dead cells sprouted out from my scalp.

It all started in 1997, the year I entered secondary school. I remembered being really thrilled. The change of uniform, the change of environment, bigger chairs and desks (I was pretty tall for my age), getting into Class 1 A 1 (I loved how the classes were named cause I’m such an elitist bitch, even then) and better canteen food (turned out that was a lie).

All was well until this untalented cow from Hong Kong named Gigi Leung made it to local televisions. Long story short, Gigi Leung was the Jennifer Aniston in the world of SMK Pandan Indah. Everyone wanted her hair, including me. I begged and begged my mom to let me chop off my locks (which were manageable and fuss-free up till the year 1996). My mom tried to talk me out of it as would all mothers who know better. But I won in the end, as would all rebellious daughters.

Gigi Leung
Gigi Leung some time in the late 90s.

Mom took me to a nearby salon where she had regularly gone to since we moved to the area in 1986. I loved the owner of the salon, she let me read all the stash of Lau Fu Tze comics whenever my Mom was trying out a new hairdo. A petite lady, quite pretty….I would describe her as a Paula Abdul, post-singing career. Lets call her Ms. Hairwrecker (HW).

I never once doubted her capabilities as a hairdresser as her salon was always packed with customers. At that age, I didn’t realise that the customers were made up of mostly women still stuck in the 80s (sorry Mom, to your defense you were a young housewife then!) or perverted men trying to get in Ms. HW’ pants.

I asked Ms. HW whether she knew who Gigi Leung was. She nodded enthusiastically and soon enough the entire filmography of Ms. Gigi Leung was narrated by Ms. HW. Finally I asked if she’s aware of her latest hairstyle and she nodded enthusiastically again and started on how many of her customers had asked for the same do and she’s done them a million times. I was satisfied.

I sat down and let her performed her magic. 10 minutes later, tears were welling up in my eyes and I was trying not to bawl.

Class 1 A 1
Kelas 1 A 1, 1997. Spot me?

I spent the entire year trying to gel my hair down and clip them to the back of my ears. Everyday I prayed for my hair to be longer so that I could tie em up. Boys older than me insulted me during assemblies and even my own form teacher laughed at me :(

It was daunting and I can’t imagine how I could still go to school everyday without fail, when a few years later I skipped almost a full year due to “bloatings”. Sorry, I digressed.

The year after, I tried another hair salon and I asked them to salvage my hair. Ms. HW had managed to butcher my hair so bad, that even after a year they were growing in all directions and was completely unmanageable. The new hairdresser suggested to me to cut them off in order for them to grow out properly. I had a deja vu, it was freaky. But the lady was very reassuring and I allowed her to fix my hair.

2 A 1
Kelas 2 A 1, 1998. Spot me?

I think I finally got my Gigi Leung hair but I was not happy. I felt like a boy! What was wrong with me…why did I want to look like a boy so bad? Most of all, why did boys then want to marry another boy????

Anyway, the year was 1998 and I never had a major haircut till 2006 :P. Talk about paranoia.

Here’s something to remind you of what I look like now :P

Kelas Atas, 2008.

Did you really read all of that? Hehe. Since you’re here, I just want to know whether you managed to spot me in my class pictures??

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