HELLO HOMERS!

home from polyclinic. the first thing my mum can tell me is " there is a batch of washed laundry behind, hanged them" as curt as that she put. normally i play a deaf ear, hate it when she told me off like that when my sister is sitting next to her eating while watching tv! why must i be the one to do when i just came back and sister can sit there and watch tv?! ridiculous!

shat, i lost my thoughts of what i want to blog.

oh my visit to the polyclinic of course! ha. this lady took my blood pressure test for me and i currently weigh 59.4 kg, standing at 1.63m, BMI 22.4 kg/m. (they all in decimal ok, this shows its accuracy.) i wasn't really shock that i'm weighing at 59 now. this just confirm that the weighing machine i had at home is spoiled. for the past few days i thought i only weigh 57!

sightttttt.
long long long sighhhhhhhhhhhhhttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt........................................

i thought i am only 2kg away to my small tagert 55, now i got to lose 4.4kg to be exact.

after 3 long hours of sitting it was finally my turn for consultation and i know why each patient took so long because apparently the lady doctor is not familiar with  the programme. i don't think her being elderly (judging from her lose skin on her bonny face) she is probably new.

i got no much compliant except a tinny bit on the bill. freaking $70 dollars was only expecting a 50. being an adult (socially) is such an expense. inwardly i think i am still a kid. maybe is because my mum is still constantly nagging on me to do this and that, pack my room and constant reminders of my appointment- if i had any.

sometimes i feel my mum is the reason that makes me rebel. like the more she ask me to do this this this, the more i don't want too. i don't know, there is just some 'pride' inside me that i just want to retaliate then flow with it.

when i am left alone at home, i realise i actually do, do stuff on my own accord. like i'll suddenly pack up my messy table. see! i am automobile when i am left alone. haaaa. but it only comes after a long procrastination.

yooooooooooo check out my new colour! is like a copper blonde but i don't like to call it blonde. ash copper  is nicer :) because i don't want a blonde so don't too be too quick to call me a 'blonde wannabe ' or such. i wanted grey actually. i let my hairdresser choose the colour for me, i just let him do whatever he want. even the hair style he made almost all the decision. all i do is to Trust him.

first i bleached my yellow to yellowish blond, then i had 2 shades of high light and finally my base colour. i like how the high light blends. the only concern now is in the few months time, my black hair will be grown out.

i like the colour nonetheless, i know how you people will react when you see it. expecting a 'eek' 'aiyo' expression. is okay dearies, as long as i like i don't care about the respond.

this is a sudden huge change. from my dark black hair to something of the totally opposite you'll learn to adapt to it and Get-Use-To-It same do i. i need to get comfortable with my new hair colour too. the previous hair when i first get it done, i am not used to the red either. time will do the change.

yesterday at the salon this girl 22 (because she said so) beside was brands talking with my hairdresser. the whole conversation started when the hairdresser ask her to remove her Chanel diamond studded earring. i assume they are real because she claimed so. they talked about Chanel i don't know what series after series, say Gucci has the worst leather stuff but beautiful patent bags. talked about her mum buying her branded. Namely Chanel, Gucci and Hermes. WOWed, i just sat there listening while pretending to flip my magazine.

some part of me feel incompetent because i can't afford to buy brands, and the knowledge & updates they have about the brands makes me feel shallow. i look at myself my entire outfit are cheap deals from flea market. in spite i love what i'm wearing a great deal alright!

it makes me question will i one day be obsessed with brands? i know how those beautiful bags look in the glossy page, well some looks ug ahem.. ugly. maybe next time when i'm out in the working world, i'll eat my words back.

i'll become a mad career women that sore for perfection in my work and physical outlook owning branded like the other socialites. collections after collection i will lay my hand on them. HAHAHAHAA.

keep dreaming Olihua, make it come to life please.