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Yes, I Cut My Own Hair!

Sorry for the long silence. I didn’t fall out of love with blogging. But because I run out of ideas on what to write. πŸ˜› Anyway, I’m back!

I was tweeting about cutting my own hair today and suddenly got the lightbulb πŸ’‘ moment. Why not talk more about it on the blog?

So, what got me into cutting my own hair? I used to have very rough and frizzy hair. No matter what style the hairdressers styled on me, my hair always turns out ugly. I’d even one hairdresser condemning my hair because of the rough and frizzy hair (of course, I never went back). Since it’s always the same case of ugliness, I suddenly got tempted to cut my own hair. Not because I think I can cut better (far from it) but because it’ll still turn out the same ugly and the bonuses are I’ll gain experience and save $$.

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My Beloved Grandma

My beloved grandma, the woman who raised me during the early parts of my life, the woman who taught me precious & priceless life lessons, the woman who guided me to cook, sew & garden and the woman who I loved ❀️❀️❀️ tremendously from the bottom of my heart had passed away a week plus ago. She was over 90 years of age and is survived by her children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, siblings, nieces and nephews and more.

Taken on 20th September 2009. Nearly 11 years ago.

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Geram At The Maid

Whenever my grandma’s Cambodian maid live in our house for few days, I will surely be jolted up from my beauty sleep few times per night. Very geram ohh!

You see grandma and the maid share a room with me and my sis. It’s sort of like sardine. Hehehe But that’s not the point. The point is the maid sleep beside our wood wardrobe. And grandma sleep between me and the maid. Every night I will be awaken by the ‘knock knock knock’ noise. This goes on and on few times a night. At first I was okay about it. But not anymore. If she stay with us for 5 straight nights, just calculate how many times we have to wake up!?!

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Cambodian Maid

We sent our Indonesian maid back to her agent few months back. Her work ethics were not bad actually though grandma and mom beg to differ. What I found uneasy is her ability to listen to our conversation because this ex-maid of ours understands Hokkien!

What actually prompted my mom to sent her back was she keeps telling grandma about wanting to quit this job (grandma did gave her some hard time; old lady ma).

Okay, so you want to quit your job? We’ll help you realize that. So after 3 years plus working as my grandma’s aid we bade her tata late last year.

Just recently my uncle hired a new maid. She’s a Cambodian and she understands very little English. So grandma has to speak in English (broken). Sometimes she will include some Malay words in it which I doubt the maid understands. Haha

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Eat With Me Ah Ma

“Ah Ma, even though I see you often the only time I get to eat with you is during CNY” I said.

To which my grandma laughed.

I continued “Ya ma. When I eat you don’t want to eat. You wait for everyone to finish eating. Then you eat.”

According to her she eats last so that she and maid can take the last dishes. The thing is long before we have maid, she still eat last.

*scratch head

I guess some people enjoy eating last? Do you?

I’m almost always the first one to eat. Haha