“and here goes my story.”

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Not in the mood to blog much, but these were already up here.
pictures from 22dec, the day we went to bugis and where i got my surprise birthday party~
gong cha for us three,
extensions~
yahui photobombing us!
took a cab in the evening to the condo where ada was supposed to 'meet' her friend.
Posting this just because i look taller~
they like to say i am shorter than them! :/
then we walked to the rooftop, omg yahui's lousy excuse was she wanted to see handsome guys and i believed.
when i realized everyone was up there!
first picture with wong~
the lollipop's from his mum, the bouquet from his sis!
Evelyn! wong's elder sister! the flowers below were all made by her, like Wow right!
There comes my cake~ with a rather awkward song that died two-thirds along its way hahaha!
Us cutting the cake~!
Then a family photo- his family! his brother's not here omg.
Those who made it down! thank you! :)))
upon reaching home I stuck them unto the window grilles, :P
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The next night, 23/12 aka my official birthday. (upon my arrival home from a day at uss which will be posted next.)
Gorgeous birthday cake!
And a super yummy one i might add.
pictures with family and relatives~
They smeared cream on my face lol. here's my resigned look after the unsuccessful attempts to avoid it.
Wong's unique birthday present! :D so cute, a potential 10k in my hands haha!
well of course it didnt come up but there was some hope for a few hours at least. :S
The lollipop! yes i licked it into this shape.
okay end for this first i guess.
I shall officially start my ranting shan't i?

Well a few moons ago i dyed my hair at my mum's favorite salon, turned out they bleached it without telling me, even when i told them firmly i didn't want bleaching. Why? My hair is naturally dry and bleaching it will only kill it. there wasn't any doubt they would bleach it secretly, come on, they would've charged me extra right?! or so i thought.

And it took a bunch of trusty professionals from THREE different salons to break the unfortunate news to me. well all i wanted to do was ask so i didn't hesitate to walk into toni and guy too. well actually its not that horrible, it just made me drop monster-like strands of hair, according to my mum.( half gold half black concoction, geddit?)

And so, went back to confront them on my next visit, of course I had to make the color evened out right? I went there with my mother, having no balls to face them alone- did i use the word confront? Massive overstatement.. K I was dumb enough to go back there. Deserve a kick right there too.

Here's a summary of our convo; asked my mum's favorite woman who always does our hair, 'hi, look at this color, you think it's been bleached before? I am sure the last time I came I told you not to bleach my hair'
she took a look at it, said 'oh it would have been impossible to get this color without bleaching! this color is too light!' and you know what, it totally doesn't help that whatever color they do for you, its never ever never the exact one you pointed out to them. so okay, point dropped, no point arguing. I was already on my 'whatever-just-get-things-straight-now mode.

Having cleared things up(whatever) I told them to dye just anything to make things even, black is fine too, but well my mum thinks black is harsh and suggested the darkest brown, state 60 bucks with treatment included, their standard stuff. So okay fine go do it already. Mum left, mission accomplished and headed home.
Person dyed my hair, everything going fine till she led me to the wash basin to wash my hair. Me lying immobilized in front of her, my hair at her mercy, that's when she dropped the bomb, oh she started out nice
-You wanna do treatment? we have the basic hair mask. but your hair's quite dry so you may need something better.
So i was like Erm okay? what about the revolving one you did for me last time?
she went; Oh that? you need to add thirty bucks, we have one called ampule, that costs 12 dollars only.
I said, Is it better than the hair mask?
her; Definitely!
me*confused*; Okay then... since its better right.
so she came over and broke a little capsule of something and spread it in my hair.
note that i'm still lying down, and then the smell spread and i detected something familiar- i used that last time too! included in the bloody 60 dollars. so okay 72 dollars, so be it.
back in the seat- i held the expectation of doing the hair mask the whole time she was blow-drying my hair, but now she's telling me i'm ready to go. I was so put off i paid and left. went home, complained for abit to my mum about her(she told me lets not go back again then) and managed to convince myself its not that bad, i may still save it with loadsa conditioner. Hey, i didn't even blog a rant or anything.

it finally turned healthy and soft in a month anyway, as seen in all my recent pictures.

Okay now fast forward to a week ago, cousin and i planned to perm out hair before the new year, i'd been contemplating a mermaid curl since months ago and even told a shop we'll come for it soon. so well, date was set and ready to go. Mum came in, told us to go to her shop, convinced my cousin to her side, so I argued she treated my hair like that already and I don't wanna go back. My mum simply used social psychology(you don't want do with us you go do yourself la! *in an angry tone*) and lured me over too, well i thought its the three of us now she can't possibly mess up. haha! I can't even..
Okay we went yesterday, and yeah pictures are self explanatory.
what my cousin wanted:


so clear? three of us sat in the chair, preparatory work done and now she started putting curlers into our hair. which was fine until i realized all the curlers were the same and she was putting it into our hair the same way! and you know the rule, same curler size + same curling style = same hair! well except for mine, mine's longer. But you get the idea. yeah and predictably this was the result in the end;
you wanna know whats the yellow halo doing on my head? Its the touch-up they did, no surprise they touched up at least 5 shades lighter than its supposed to be. argh. they can screw my new hair too, really praise-worthy.
the condition of hair's downhill respectively, from 8/10 to 7/10 to -10/10. no seriously. my hair's damaged beyond repair, it looks like grossly overgrown+badly dyed pubic hair and the person knows it. she was struggling with the curler on one side which obstinately refused to start heating up and let the rest burn for very long. and they resorted to using a hair dryer to cool them down. oh i forgot to mention that in the proper confrontation that ensued thereafter.
omg so lazy to elaborate, i'm running out of fuel haha, well the summary is that they didn't admit they spoil it and insisted i pryed it apart and asked up to go home and see if after washing it will it be better.
Well, this is the next day and i'm saying a huge NO.
Good lord i lugged myself to school and walked in public and even went to the library! a classmate told me that my hair's a disaster and that she wouldn't go to school if she were me. So i'm so brave for attending half a day- granted, its not good- of class and surviving the countless times i encountered a mirror right!? this is what i see;
 smiling just to not look like a sore and sulky bitch. rah!
trust me, it feels 100000 times worse, like those barbie dolls with irreversibly fucked up hair. at least the hair strength is there, know what i feel? when i comb it there are absolutely no tangles, (haha) because the hair simply breaks, the bottom part- thank god. I'll lose all that hair due to breakage in a month if i don't cut it anyway. Get the extent of damage now? damn and they still dare to not say a word about it..

Mum called the person, and the lady boss talked to her, knowing about the condition since yesterday just that she didnt speak up. verdict is imma snip my length into half or more and layer it. wait for it to grow, and cut again.
I'm screaming inside why not just shave me bald, my halo's a horrible sight too, i'd rather don a wig everyday than face this shit. But what's done is done, i kept telling myself i'm suffereing from grief not anger, at the loss and not raging at the person who caused it- which is no one in particular.
I should've followed my instinct, I wanted to get out of perming my hair the day before doing it, but i already promised and my cousin didnt fail to remind me everytime she saw me to not back out of it. So here am i now. Facing potential mauling to my hair and telling myself a dead person can't be revived, all the while watching torture victims whose fml is 1489237847 times worse..

And thanks to ???(gosh i dont even have a person to blame), I have to watch documentaries of African kids dying of hunger and videos of kfc chicken being brutally slaughtered to console myself that life's not bad afterall.
Now my desktop wall paper changed from  
 to
 which is a unrealistically beautified version of what i'm gonna get tomorrow, this may even be longer. fml enough? oh kumiky.. thank you for having shorter hair too, else it'll be heart wrenching to look at you..
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K, you'll be scoffing at me or whatever, cause you dont know how it feels. Everyone around me just tells me that they understand, but its already over, so just cut it all off, lucky your hair grows fast and it'll be back very fast!
But hey even if you grow it at the fastest speed it'll still take years godammit years ahhhh!
okay
Gawd now i realize what i had after i lost it.
byebye, my once beautiful hair.

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