Salon

I finally understand why do girls go to salon after breaking up, because it's F**KING long! I almost died on that chair!! 6 hours!! Gee...!! I was very chatty at the beginning, but after 6hours cut, wash, dry, soft, steam, wash, dry, protect, wash, dry, perm, set, wash, dry, protect, wash, dry, perm, more cut, phew.... I was just so starving and tired that I just wanted it to finish in the end.

Why is it good for the girl who has just breaking heart? First, it gets her out of the sad alone house/computer to be in publish, so she can stop crying. Secondly, the ordered instructions can shift her attention. Thirdly, the walking around and the waiting make her very tiring so the only thing she can think of is getting out of there. Besides, looking at yourself in the mirror for 6hours is just a torture in any normal circumstances, especially the one that the breaking heart girl looking at is a depressed and pathetic one and make her realises how unattractive she has become. Then, she can spend more money and make herself look more pretty(?), well, at least different. Finally, there are instructions that she needs to follow to keep the new hairstyle, so she has less time to sorrow.

Well, I think the most important reason is that changing the outlook makes the girl feel that she has done something and wish the better look will bring her a better mood.

I went to the shop to exchange the top I bought few days ago. Why? because I under estimated how fast I have GROWN in the last 3 months in Taiwan :(

Immediately, my eyes were caught by someone, who looked really familiar and beautiful with a very fashionable denim jacket. I couldn't help myself but stared at this young smart-looking lady for few seconds before I realised I was watching her so blunderingly. Then suddenly I recognised who she was -

It's ME in the mirror !!!

夠勁爆吧！

敗家大血拼

Before I start earning money, I have been wastrel...

I was so exhausted that I had no energy to say a single word, but lying on the lounge and looked dead by the end of my clothes shopping yesterday. What they say about shopping was true. I was depressed and desperate in the morning, but once I started shopping, I forgot everything...(Well,it's not totally true. I had a special friend who helped me walk out of my self-rebuke first.)

How much did I spend? Just say it was tremendous for someone as penny-pinching as me. Actually I wasn't too anguished about my wallet because it's just numbers I put on my credit card. Besides, I was spending NZ government money and those TW prices meant very little to me. Just WAIT until I see the bill! I will probably faint!!

I didn't sleep much last night because I was too excited about my 戰利品 (shopping loot/booty). I was tossing from side to side for the whole night because I was thinking/worrying about how to wear them when I go to what occasions and with whom etc etc. Pretty busy that night!

The worst part of this shopping is that I found out that I am one size up. Dame you 珍珠奶茶 (bubble tea) and 鹹酥雞 (spicy crispy chicken). Those disgusting superfluous greasy FAT made me look humongous! Even my Mum who used to think it's ridiculous that I wanted to lose weight in the past, has suggested me for the first time that I should do so.