Dawn is back

I finally had a haircut.

I was due to travel by coach to KL for a speed-trip (we went on Sunday morning and was due to return on Monday afternoon) with a friend, and I was determined that my caveman-ish hair should not get in the way (it's tough to lie back comfortably on a coach seat for
5 hours straight with a fat ponytail and a cap).

Thus, the night before the trip, I trooped down to Suntec City for some shearing action by a trusted hairstylist. And I literally felt a weight lifted off me the moment he unceremoniously lopped off a huge chunk of my hair.

I said 'unceremoniously' because seconds after we agreed on how short my new hairstyle should be, he abruptly grabbed my chest-length hair and chopped it all off to chin-lenth in one swift move, without warning, before proceeding to discard those hair into a dustbin. He's lucky I am not one of those girls who develop a love affair with their long hair and need to be mentally prepared and say a proper farewell before those prized hair are gone...or he would have a bawling nutcase in his salon.




The new hairstyle is choppy around the crown area and just long enough to be pulled back into a ultra-short ponytail at the back with the help of some bobby pins.


P.S. My friend took one look at my new hairstyle and exclaimed, "Dawn is back!" I used to sport short-cropped hair which was similar to that that for many years...sans the ponytail.
After experimenting with various forms of medium- to long-hair in the past 2 years, I guess I still feel most like myself in short, choppy styles. Like how my friend put it, "It's very Dawn".

Why

There were some bad news recently...bad news that sent our hearts plummeting down to the pits again after a short period of
near-normalcy.

I don't feel like going into the details (neither do I have the energy
to do so), but the basic situation is, we had been lulled by initial triumphs into thinking that my aunt's battle with cancer is going to be one easy-enough victory...we had forgotten how unpredictable and volatile the enemy could be.

Waking up to that fact after all those hopeful times is tough.

But we are still going to remain hopeful.

Sometimes, it feels like my brand of optimism in this situation is supported solely by hopes and hopes alone, and not by any facts or figures.

But what good will a gloomy face and heavy heart achieve?

Thus, hopeful we shall be...though it is not always going to be easy.

We will all try.

祝你生日快乐

致：一直莫名影响着我的你

很高兴知道你的事业正处于如日中天的阶段。

希望在接下来的日子里，你能继续在你生命中的各个环节得到你所要的一切。。。不过我想，以你那过人的智慧和待人接物的本领，那绝对不是问题。

无论如何，最重要的是，祝你一直快乐，一直健康！; )

三千烦恼丝

I am desperately in need of a haircut.

It's been way more than a year since my ass had warmed a salon seat, and I am starting to resemble a caveman.

Not that anyone can tell though, since I keep my hair tied up nearly 100% of the time...sometimes even when I sleep.

Even my mum was stunned to realise the real length of my hair when she was greeted by a long-haired me after I had just rose from bed one morning.

Anyway, I have decided to transform my hair into a choppy style that extends just slightly below the chin...short enough not to irritate the hell out of me whenever I shampoo my hair, yet long enough to offer flexible styling - or at least, to be tied up into a 'messy' ponytail with the assistance of some bobby pins.

Now, the task at hand is to figure out the exact style that I have in mind, gather up reference pictures and muster up enough courage to troop down to the salon.

Courage is required because, as all girls who had went through the trauma of a bad haircut at least once in their lives would know, sometimes, all it takes is a wrong snip here and an extra snip there, and your life is over before you know it.

Wish me luck.

Chalet

The Sixsome is all set to imbibe a serious amount of beer and ingest loads of sinful BBQ-ed food at Downtown East on 28 to 29 Dec.

Or rather, The Fivesome - since Dear Paul is skipping it
in the name of work.

Anyway, it's gonna be the slightly belated birthday celebration
for My Love.

The last time the same Fivesome congregated and bonded over bottles of red wine and cheese, a very interesting topic came up and we ended up having a really introspective call-out session on speakerphone with Dear Paul (who, as usual, wasn't with us).

I wonder if beer and BBQ-ed food would loosen us up
the same hilarious way...or if I should bring on the wine again.

Anyway, I believe this little "getaway" from the hustle and bustle of our daily lives would be good for all of us. Seeing that a holiday out of Singapore together is not possible, a full day and night of supermarketing (for the beer and food), lounging, BBQ-ing,
beer-gurgling and nonsensical bantering would have to do.

Since I've never been to the Downtown East chalet, I just hope
it will be nice, clean and spacious enough for us to roll around in
when we are nicely inebriated ; )

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Speaking of being nicely inebriated, I think The Sixsome are progressively finding it harder and harder to reach that state.
Recent outings had shown that we were getting very proficient in venturing from Stage Zero straight to Stage ZZZ in a matter of
a few mild and absolutely harmless drinks.

Age is catching up with us.