Tangle Teezer

I'm those who fancies online shopping. No idea why but it just gives me the thrill of browsing without getting tired. In short, I'm lazy. But the other day I wasn't looking for anything particular and I saw it in my newsfeed in Facebook. Never heard about it before and was extremely skeptical on how it would work but I got it anyway, and it's a hairbrush. 

Having long hair is really a pain in the ass sometimes. It can get really tangled after washing and we know combing it while it's wet damages the hair. When combing it dry, really hurts like hell. Anyway, given it's price, it's rather costly but I'm those type that would invest and look for the best product. It arrives after 1 week, which I totally forgot that I bought it. haha...  

Here is how it looks in the box.  Hot pink, my color! :D

Apparently the inventor Shaun P is a color technician in London salons and was inspired to create Tangle Teezer when he sees freshly and fragile colored hair being hacked with a comb. God bless his soul. Seriously. When I first open up the box, I actually thought is this a joke or what? 

The shape is odd but when I hold it to brush my hair, I understands why. It fits perfectly in to my palm with no sign of slipping at all and is extremely comfortable.

The bristles looks so ordinary yet it is granted a patent for it's "teeth". To me, it actually look like those cheap brush you buy in the night market for 2 dollars. Lol... 

Then comes the moment I try it and O.M.G.. holly molly.. this feels so good! For once I can brush my hair from the scalp to the ends without stopping due to the tangles. I also purposely find some tangled areas to comb and it untangles them without hurting. Good shit or what?

From a odd and cheap looking hairbrush, I actually think it's a great invention! haha.. I might sang the  praises too much but that's just what I think and good things must be shared!! :D

iPhone 5 craze

I couldn't wait any longer and guess what? I called Singtel customer service if I could buy the phone without the 2 years contract cz I don't think I will stay in Singapore for that long! And 900 dollars of penalty fees for terminating the contract halfway through.  Anyway, they say I could. 

Off I go to Tampines Mall. Queued for about 15-20 minutes to find that I can't buy the phone without a contract. That bloody bitch in customer service lied to me! =( I also found that I could buy them in NüBox. Off I go again but luckily it's in the same mall. 

No surprise that they sold out but I can't reserve or pre-order. This shit is so depressing. The next shipment is another 1-3weeks! Their last shipment of iPhone was last Friday and it was sold out in 10 minutes! Crazy or what? 

Here I am now... depressed on the fact that I couldn't get my hands on iPhone 5. =(

Come quickly love. =(

Singapore vs Malaysia

It seems like I will be put through some tough decision making from time to time. Life that is. I still remember when I was 21, I made the decision to quit my college and went back working for my dad. Thinking back, it felt like it was a really long time ago. Last year, I made the decision to quit and be a flight attendant. I can't exactly say joining this company is my dream. The occupation is but not the company but I still joined it nevertheless. Reason being; for a man. So I could be with him in Singapore.

No, this is not a long ass post on how I miss him and wants him back or whatsoever. I received a phone call from my dad this evening. He asked me how is working in Singapore, how's everything.Then he proceeded to his purpose of calling; asking me to move back. He calls and bring up this topic since the day I moved to Singapore but stopped when he realized the intention of me being in Singapore(i.e. for my then bf). He then kept asking me to think of a business to start in Singapore. He doesn't like the idea of me working for others. My dad is the typical chinese businessman, the idea of being your own boss is the best.

Today he calls as usual asking me bout things and then, he asked me to move back. I was rather shock as I thought we are through with this moving back phase. I have to say, he is my dad after all. I don't need to tell him how's my job or how's my relationship and he can see through everything just based on my behavior. I never mention a single bit on the fact that my relationship ended but somehow he understands without me saying. It's like "the show's over, it's time to go home".

I am surprised and moved by his understanding and love towards me but I'm also in a dilemma. I honestly grew to like it here although it is really tough to be alone in a foreign country. I would miss my family and friends from time to time, wish there's someone to have my back when I needed it the most but I also believe this is what that made me grew so much. I learned to appreciate them so much more.

< Dad 0 - 1 Fiona >

What I earn is more that enough for myself yet not enough to live the life my dad imagined for me. I mean, for now, everything is just nice but if I looked in to it for another 5 to 10 years, not so nice. haha.. He had a point there.

< Dad 1- 1 Fiona >

I remember when I first started my job, I wasn't happy at all. I couldn't stand the politics and I find it hard to keep up to everyone's standard. I have to say, that's the problem for being new but the good news is, you won't forever be new. I am starting to get comfortable and slowly learning to love it although there are bad days as well. Then again, who doesn't has bad days at work? Besides, whenever I thought of breaking bond, I remembered the promise I made to my trainer. I know promises are meant to be broken but not for me. I would never ever make a promise unless I am certain I can keep it. At least break it cz I am forced or had no other choice. I knew a lot of people who goes with the promises are meant to be broken or it is empty in the first place. haha.. Anyway, my dad asked me how much to pay if I quit now. I know money is not an issue but I don't want to leave with a bad name. I don't want to break a promise. Not my principle.

< Dad 1 - 2 Fiona >

I can come up with more reasons to stay e.g. I can't see myself moving back and live there anymore. Excuses I know but... I guess for now, my dad ain't winning. I moved to Singapore with a strong purpose and although it's not there anymore, I need an even stronger reason to move back home.

Faster, better, stronger.

You know they always said you'll improve after each experience? That's true. I remember the day I was told to move on, the day my relationship ended. I expected myself to cry and feel total agony that as if my world came crushing down. But I didn't and instead, I went on to work. Came home feeling devastated and called my SIL to release the stress and tension(best therapist). I waited the next day, I teared for everything that has ended but I didn't cry like a baby, although I thought I would.

Days went by that I shed tears here and there but never cried like a baby. I was worried I might break down somewhere in between. Somewhere, sometime inappropriate but I didn't. I wonder if that's normal but I was told it is. Maybe because I was still waiting for the explanation that he said he owes me. Maybe somehow that gave me hope that I could patch things back. I was dishearten that it didn't happen because well, fat hope of course. Still I was just extremely sad and disappointed, but no crying baby yet.

It was then that it struck me, I didn't cry because I've had enough of men like that. Men who couldn't pluck up the courage to end things properly. Who didn't have the balls to do it face to face. The day that he decided to text me on the breakup, was the day that I saw him as a lesser man. Sure, technology is created to make man's life easier but in a matter like this, I'd expect em to give some respect and do it face to face. Many a times I defended him and gave excuses to keep holding on, hoping everything would be better but then I learned that I didn't cry because deep down inside I knew he was well not worth it.

"Every men can go through good times with you,

 but the keepers are those who went through the tough times with you".

I felt that I  healed faster, got better and grew stronger after all this experiences. I believe a big Thank You is in order.

Pack up and move!

It's 1 am and here I am, laying on my bed surfing the net and doing nothing when I'm suppose to pack. I'm moving to Tampines tomorrow and the movers will be here at 12 noon! I have been procrastinating since 2 weeks ago and only started today. #winning

I really hate packing, I mean why do I need to arrange and pack em' nicely when I need to unbox them an hour later? I really wish I could just push everything in to the boxes haha. Another reason is probably cz quarter of the things in my room need to be thrown away. I'm really bad in housekeeping but I'm trying and I think I'm improving! haha..

Oh noes.. I just remembered things outside my room that need to be packed. The shoes, things in the kitchen, and toiletries. I guess if I really can't make it in time, I might just dump everything in. teeheee...

On the side note, I'm feeling extremely nostalgic. I'll be spending the last night here and this place has given me lots of bittersweet memories. This room is where I had my best and also the worst memories in Singapore. I guess everything has to come to an end and it's time to move on.  I can't predict the future but I keep telling myself, good things ahead.