Phase.. I lost count!

I've had a hell of a hectic week. Firstly, induction week was from Tuesday to Thursday so I had to be on campus from 10 to 4. Which is really bad thing because the photoshoot was yesterday. So I had to make time to go to the salon as well as to be at the booths in Uni. And I had to be at 2 booths- ECHO and Sanctuary Club. As most of the planning and preparation were thrown into Cassie and my arms, we were going through a hell of a time together. I mean, I was busy with the photoshoot and Cass is leaving for a 2 week vacation to Hawaii tomorrow. Fortunately for us, there were other members in ECHO that could help with the booth and board and what nots. However, we encountered some difficulties for Sanctuary Club which did not share the same good fate. So there we were like a bunch of monkeys trying to calm each other down.

So anyway, I have lost count of the phases of my hairdo. I have decided to stop counting after phase Three. So, I am therefore ignorant to the countless times that Kit dyed and re-dyed my hair and cut it mercilessly as if my hair is a wig *shudders at the thought of the terrorizing sound of the infamous blade* because I finally learned how to entertain myself! I mean, reading magazines got old after the first day (and they were gossip magazines I tell you, do I look like I care who married whom and who's having who's baby!!? Seriously..) Then I got smarter and brought my own book. It's a chic flick, so I was stupid enough to bring it laa because I finished reading it by the second day (with much tears and laughter in the process), that means Tuesday and Wednesday. Oh, and I also became an expert in blocking out all sorts of sounds, most especially the hair dryer and the stupid Oven *shudders again at the thought of The Oven*. Don't know what is it called for sure, so I named it The Oven- "Burns not only your hair but also your eyes". Anyway, after I finished the book I went round the whole salon looking for Women's Weekly magazine because they have one pathetic Sudoku puzzle per issue. And I have to say that I am pretty good it that thing, it's addictive and I've had plenty of practice from Mellie's phone! Damn. Having the bloody urge to play again.. My boyfriend says I am a nerd and I resent that. So anyway, I was dreading Thursday because I was so convinced that there was nothing left for me to do so imagine my overflowing moments of joy when Kit brought his weird crossword puzzle thingy book! I did nothing but that the whole day, couldn't be bothered with what they were doing to my hair and make-up. Which brings me to the photoshoot. Never knew modelling was such a tiring job! One thing you all should know is that I get restless pretty quickly.. Can't sit through a 3 hour exam without pretending I have to pee. Need to talk to the lecturers every hour even when I do not have anything to ask- I'll just talk to them about non-related things during the exam for at least a minute, in total. Still a kia su person so wouldn't waste precious minutes.. I rarely leave the exam hall early, even when I've answered all the questions an hour before the time is up. ANYWAY!!! At the studio, I was actually so tied up to the crossword thingy the whole time I wasn't even bothered by the fact that make-up took more than an hour and Kit had to style my hair twice for the two different shots required. Lol.. Couldn't believe how fast time passed me by. I have to say that I still looked almost flawless and almost gorgeous by the end of the day, I thought of going clubbin. Never waste a perfect look.. BUT!! When the clock struck 8, I was sooo tired had to ask Vin to pick me up.. He was suppose to come already anyway but I was dying to leave ASAP. I still had another session of amateur posing to do at that time, and they were actually complaining that my eyes were smaller.. Lol. So scraped the clubbin idea, didn't even mention it and went for a nice quiet dinner with my baby in TGIF at The Curve. Couldn't even survive the drive home from The Curve, which isn't that long and with Vin driving it would have probably been 15 minutes at most, and fell asleep in my baby's arms while he drove.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, marked the end of my week hectic!!