媽媽的關心

有些時候，我覺得媽媽口說她在關心我們時，其實心裡有包含著許多擔心的元素。

例 ＃1 － 媽媽‘擔心’我

對弟弟說：

“唉，妳有沒有朋友或者朋友的哥哥可以介紹給姊姊認識的？

你那個 XXX 朋友不是沒有女朋友咯？”

例 ＃2 － 媽媽 ‘擔心’ 弟弟

對我說：

“唉，妳有沒有朋友或者朋友的妹妹可以介紹給弟弟認識的？

弟弟會做家務的，不錯啦。”

老媽呀, 你這次弄得我真的無言！
拜託在外時不要說醬的話好不好，我會不知道要把臉往哪裡藏地。
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impromptu lunch date

Lunch: stir-fry pumpkin with dried scallop and mushroom, pan-fried salmon, (pre-boiled) saute cauliflower with oyster sauce. Lotus root soup with some other starchy root, dried dates and pork.

For the most part of my practicum so far, I've been having my lunch in the staff lounge more often than not. Today, I decided to join my colleagues for lunch in the canteen. I ended up spending half the time in conversation with a little girl whom came up to say Hello at the hawker centre some few nights back, and I learnt so much about her in the very short 15 minutes. I don't know how she always manages to spot me since I haven't taught her at all, but she's always a joy to talk to so I'm not complaining. 

Even if she's telling me what's yummy in my lunch box and what's not hur hur.

I got more than what I'd expected during lunch today. 

Maybe I should try to do this more often and get to know my other students better too.

brow job

Mumsy renewed her facial package with them and the lady boss offered to do my brows for free so... I got a free brow job!

Before

My brows have always been quite undefined and sparse, and I am far from fastidious in keeping them trimmed and neat most of the time. I would get them trimmed once in a couple of months, and the tips will look really untidy just before I get down to the trimming; and I can't shape them for nuts! When I stayed in hostel with Jenny, I begged her to trim my brows for me all the time and I was really lucky that she would obliged every time so sweetly! I didn't have the best pair of tweezers though, not until a much later part so she had to make do with a mismatched pair :x

At the beauty salon, looking really silly with Santa Claus-ish brows

After putting some numbing cream, the assistant put some cling wrap (yes, cling wrap) over my brows to let it settle for 15 minutes or so. The entire embroidery experience wasn't too much of a pain until the last part, the effects of the numbing cream must have worn off or something; my hair kinda stood each time the blade penetrated my skin, not from the pain though, more from the sensation of having your skin cut by a blade. Did not really help that the lady boss wasn't the most gentle person around - at some point in time, it somehow felt like she was trying to suffocate my eyeballs when she repeatedly pressed really hard on them. I was just glad when the entire ordeal was over.

Anyway, I shall keep my rants to a minimal since it was free. So yeap, no more complaints.

It was sore and very red on the first day, but thankfully, it went down just as quickly within the next couple of days. There wasn't too much scabbing since I'd been diligently applying some moisturizing cream over the wound after my daily showers. 

After 1

After 2

Mumsy thought that I looked really intimidating the first 2 days after the process and couldn't help but laugh out really loud whenever she looked at my new brows. And thankfully, the unnaturally deep and dark brown faded to a lighter shade of brown that looks much more natural. 

I'm quite happy with what I have now.

Yes to the end of fussing over daily eyebrow-shaping!

All I need now is just a razor to do the job every 2 weeks or so.

departe

I like what I do, really do. But at the same time, I'm perpetually thinking about what life could or would be after this phase. It fills me up with so much hope and yearning that I could just explode from all that anticipation sometimes. And I really don't need anyone to remind me it's not a good thing to think about leaving when I've yet to even officially begin; personal notes to self have been far more frequent than you'd expect.

Burst into uncontrollable laughter when Mumsy showed me an article in Wanbao earlier tonight, about a man convulsing and puking uncontrollably onboard a plane after getting a whiff of some pungent durians brought onboard by another passenger. No passenger would admit that s/he was the one who brought the durians up and that poor sock had to confine himself to puking in the tiny toilet cubicle moments after the flight took off, for the rest of the 3-4 hour (not too sure bout the duration actually) flight.

It wasn't that funny until I started imagining how comical it would be if that happened to YF too.
Not exactly the best sister around, if you don't already know by now...