I know, it's been so long since I posted a proper entry. I've been busy with lots of stuff.
I just came back from Singapore on Monday night. The plane landed at the airport about 10.50 at night. Eventually, it took super long before I actually got out of the airport.
The luggage too forever to arrive, and when it did I almost didn't recognise my bag. I actually went back to Brunei alone. My parents and I went to Singapore together on the 17th. Dad went back after nine days,I extended my stay till the 3rd (adds up to a little over two weeks), and then mom extended her stay till the 4th.
So I was left to fend for myself in the big airport (in Singapore, of course), and to carry my own luggage out in the Brunei airport.
I must say, I dislike the custom officers in the Brunei airport. There's like so many passengers getting off and they still open only two counters.
And when they stamp the passport, they can't smile, apparently. I don't get it, maybe it's airport policy. 'Never smile to passengers, just in case they turn out to be terrorists.' Since I was so happy coming back home, I just smiled and said thank you after the person stamped my passport. No reaction. Sheesh.
Then there was the custom officers that check the luggage. The one who checked my luggage was so kaypo (excuse my Singaporean slang). He asked me what was in my bag. I said shopping stuff, then he asked what was in the shoe boxes. Again, I said shopping stuff. He kept pestering again, so I had to clearly explaing that the shoeboxes contained shoes. And he was like, 'Oh.' Grrr... He was like, 'Holiday for how long?' Then I was like, 'Two weeks. Then he was like, 'Wah, shop so long'.
I felt like stabbing him. I want to go home and he's still chit chatting there again.
Then he asked again what else was in my bag. Dang nabbit... I said shopping stuff so many times already, he still doesn't understand. I then said books, so he asked if I was a student. I replied, 'Yes.' Then he was like, 'Oh, study in Singapore ah?' Only I don't think it was a question, it was more like a statement he said to himself out loud in order to make sense of why I have so much shopping stuff. Which doesn't make sense since I already said that I was on holiday for two weeks.
I felt like stabbing myself this time, just to get it over with.
The custom officer also so songsong (Hokkien translation: happy) touch my bras some more when looking through my bag. I already moved my bras away (which I so strategically placed on top) so he can look at the items underneath. He go and touch somemore to move them away. Purposely one, I say.
Anyway, that debacle away. Some other traumatic incident happened earlier the day I came back.
So it was the last day in Singapore for me, I decided to use up all my money shopping in Bugis, since the first time I went there with Fizah I didn't get to go to a lot of shops there. So before I went off I decided to get a hair trim at the nearby salon. I went in, everything looked pretty professional. I explained clearly to the hairstylist exactly what I wanted. A little trim, a little layer, a little bit of a fringe, DON'T CUT SHORT! Then he was like ok with that, the instructions seemed simple enough. Then cut cut cut.
I felt like crying halfway because he cut my hair sooooooo much shorter than I wanted. I couldn't say anything because he was already halfway through when I noticed it was so short. He saw that I was giving a VERY unhappy face and he asked me if I thought it was too short. I was like, 'YEAH... (bitch).' Then he was explaining that he wasn't cutting so much, just a little bit of length only.
I wanted to stab him then and there.
So here I am with super short hair now.
Short.
Short.
Short.
And then he made it worse by curling it.
Since my hair is naturally curly, he decided to blow my hair into big curls at its ends, 'So it looks more natural, or so he says.
I looked like an old lady.
Short.
Old lady.
*Shaves head then stabs self*
Anyway, shopping was great. I spent so much I don't think I'll be going back anytime soon. My mom had to carry a box of my stuff so that my baggage wouldn't be overweight when I went back.
My best purchase, two new Superman T-shirts from DC Comics in Bugis.
YES.
Two new Superman T-shirts to wear.
I am a satisfied shopper (with ugly short hair).
So there won't be any pictures on my blog for at least three months. By then, lets hope my hair has grown.
P.S. I'll change the layout soon, and link everyone. I think I had this one for over a year already, haha. And that's a year too long.
