2011...Yippie another wondrous year waiting to be welcomed =)

After 21 years, we finally won in a football final, after 14 years we beat the Indonesian,after so long we can say Malaysia Boleh! out of sheer happiness and joy that the nation shares at the moment. Its not your everyday feat and not everyday the Prime Minister actually declares its a public holiday(Jiggling while going Yippie!Yabadaba doooooo!!!). What a way to close the curtains on 2010. With a BANG babey!!

I plan to close it with big hug, plenty of kisses to the great adventures and memories laid upon my way throughout 2010 but in a quite celebration on my own and my family.

This New Year's eve, I'm going to sit on the couch wearing my pajamas, watch all my favourites on the TV with a big bucket of ice-cream (last of my guilty pleasures for the year before my resolutions sets in =P).

So behold world, below are my resolution for the year 2011: (only 9 unless anyone can prove resolutions should come in 10s)

1. Travel to a foreign country of choice and learn about the culture and people - eyes on a place for 2011

2. Save more; spend less so I can spend them on my holidays.

3. Seriously consider a clear career path..set a goal ; get promoted (which means I going to get serious....)

4. Learn cooking/baking - some sort of thing to do in the kitchen minus burning it down

5. Live healthy which means join the gym..No chocolate T.T..no Junk food!! (Occasional relapses are fine =P)

6. Take up a new interest and stick with it for the whole year.(Yet to be figured out)

7. Holiday on a island. (A must in all my yearly resolutions..I'm turning into a holiday junkie)

8. Read one book every month.

9. Don't stop believing that everything happens for a good reason and everyone (mostly everyone) are good in their own way. Not to lose the optimistic view on life and the choices are always black and white.

2010~~~~~*whoooosssshh!!

Another year just whooshed pass. I had a very good year if anything goes by my list of 2010 to-dos. I done most of the things that I listed in the begining of then fresh 2010. But somehow,with December approaching its end, I'm not expecting a big bang boom grand bow down to my 2010. 2010 brought beaming smiles, good memories in bundles, marked my quarter mile, me on lands of others, relative less bruise counts(i exceptionly proud of this) and shocking revelations. But somehow all these, collectively left me feeling void inside. What did I achieve to be proud of? 2010 was fun and rioty but  left me yearning for more. Ah! Nevertheless, I still haven't come up with my 2011 to do list...*thinking very hard* What is that I want to do in 2011? Something that I didn't do in 2010 or any other years. But is it...

Before everyone jumping into the wagon and suggesting that I get married or get a boyfriend, NO!I am not planning on that!!

Tick tock tick tock tick tock...time is running out on 2010 though...

One of Many stories of how I embarrass myself =))

Here's a little advice, when you get into the cab, hang up the phone and concentrate on where you are getting down. Don't blindly get down while on the phone, only to realise you are at the wrong place like 20 minutes later. And don't do it when you are supposedly meeting up someone for the first (No, I'm not going to use the term 'date', its not when you're hanging out foursomes =P)

That's exactly what happened to me. You don't want to meet up someone feeling embarrassed and dumb (not forgetting sweating like a pig). Talk about the first impression that I gave. I would wonder in how many ways can things go wrong and how I afford to embarrass myself in every given opportunity….

The Story of my Curly Wurly...

I cut my hair. I cut it so short that some say daringly too short. Lets just say I never have chopped off my curly wurly this short since I was 6. Why I did it?I don't exactly know why. But I had that feeling of uneasiness and was planning it the whole day. I even thought that I should have done it during lunch hours; a quick run to the saloon down my office(thank god I didnt!!!). I was mulling over my hair cut pratically the whole day. I even googled the best hairstyle for people with round, chubby face(which I assume I have) and curly hair (which I do have).

Getting off work, I was contemplating back and forth on the idea of having a hair cut hair(no suprise there because I actually did cut my hair).So I walked towards the Saloon. I was with two choices, Saloon A and Saloon C. Saloon A was not very satisfying, plus I didnt like my current hairstyle which I got from there. Saloon C, I avoided the first time because the receptionists had some weird hairstyle and colours which freaked me out. But, this time around, they had 3 receptionists with neat, stylishly & profesionally done hair.

So I stepped in and told them I needed a hair cut.
Lady Grey Eyes: A senior hair stylist will cost you RM70.* Shoots blank look*
Me : Ok.
Lady Grey Eyes: *Still shooting blank looks*
Me: Erm..70. ok? *politely looking at the other 2 stylishly made up dolls*
Lady Grey Eyes : Oh Ok..follow me
I followed her, pondering on the fact, do I look like someone that cannot afford a RM70 haircut.

So, I sat there for Ella, the senior hairstylist to come over. When she did, I told her what I want; some volume and layer and a right swept bang thats tuckable under my ears when I straighten it. I sounded like someone who actually knows what she wants which suprised me altogether that I stopped a moment and looked at her blankly. We had a bit of discussion before she went off chopping off another customer's tassel. Meanwhile, waiting for her, I had a very nice hairwash and scalp massage(I like!!).

Frankly speaking, my hair is very dull,shineless and in a sorry state of limp.  So, I'm quite self-consious when it comes to hairstylist touching and judging it. Ella come over, and decided on something she found in a magazine. Which I liked but I should have told her I wanted it with a way longer length.

So chop chop chop she did her work. She was suprised I never coloured my hair and liked my natural curly wurlys because they looked like something you can only get with saloon perms. 30 minutes later,  she was blow-drying my hair. I just went awesome!*twinkle in my eyes* (if only I had that hair everytime I got up in the morning) but gave me another hair wash so she can curl my hair up. (I mean WHY!!!)

She was finally done with my hair. My curly wurly is nicely placed. With extra self-conciousness, I went back home, thinking how can I skip the next day without venturing out.

Wondering on the  reaction on my new chic hairstyle.
This is was what I got(so far...) :
1) I hate it!
2) Its so short!
3) It's daringly short!
4) I'm not use to it!
5) You cut your hair?
5) Its ok.
6) I like it but u need to colour it!
7) Your christmas hair do.
8) Your Hair..

So hence, that's how this blog entry was born. the story of how I got chicky curly wurly cut that makes me look like a cute chipmunk (at least that's what I think) 

** I sincerely hope my parents will survive the heartattack that my new hairstyle might give them.