Took many pictures today, with the girls. But I'm really making an effort to preventing turning this blog into a personal online diary.
Photo of the day
The photo looks like it's taken somewhere in the mainland China!
The mall kind of resembles the malls in China.
Many small shops selling so many things, cheap but not of good quality.
Then two of my friends said they're bored with their hair, but wigs are too expensive in Canada.
So we ended up buying wigs, not the entire wig, just the fringes and the extensions.
I have never been to any wig shop.
It's very creepy, especially if the shop sells wigs made of real human hair. And those mannequins.
I have too much hair and I already have enough trouble dealing with my own hair.
Don't need extra trouble.
But we had fun in the shop, laughing our heads off as we try out the wigs.
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| Me in the mirror. |
If it isn't my girls, I would never go into a wig shop.
If it isn't my girls, I would never have so much fun in such unexpected places.The best thing of the day: meeting girlfriends for dinner
12 of them. Some are close friends, some I haven't met for a few years.
We didn't have that awkward i-haven't-met-you-for-too-long-we-are-strangers-now feelings. No, we don't.
All of us were happy to see each other.We all had a blast.
We were very loud and noisy; all the laughter, screaming and non-stop talking.
And random hugs and kisses.
There is a Chinese proverb which goes like this: 3 women make a market.
Imagine 13 girls coming together.
No, not just 4 markets, you're underestimating us.
We are 13 happy, excited and talkative girls.
With alcohol.
In the private room of the restaurant.
Now, imagine THAT.
I bet if any boy sees us, especially the drunk girls and the swearing ones, we'll scare them away.
Well, actually just by the deafening decibels, we scare people away.
That's why our boyfriends are not always invited: to save their ears, protect our images and prevent a fight.
I went to a girls' school for 13 years. Best school ever, at least in this city & in my heart.
That 13 years was one of the best and happiest times of my life. It really made me who I am.
And I absolutely love it: both the school and the experience of being in it for 13 whole years.
People say students going to single-sex schools have problems getting along with the opposite sex.
They are so wrong.
No offense, but none of us become a nun.
We are perfectly healthy and sociable girls, with healthy relationships.
Well, sometimes it's not healthy because some of us get along too well with the boys.
Anyway, the point is: I'm really grateful to have so many wonderful girlfriends.
Not just the girls in tonight's get-together (I am not that close with some of them)
But all the amazing girls I know from the 13 years in the girls' school.
Best girls in the world. Some of us are more like sisters.
Sisterhood is different from brotherhood.
Not judging on the degree and extent of love, but the way of expressing love.
We hug, we kiss, we hold hands, we pour our hearts out with long chats, we laugh like there's no tomorrow, we shout 'I love you!' randomly.
Boys don't do that. They just give each other a pat on the shoulder. That's it. They express love quietly.
Thank God I'm not a boy!
P.S. K, I wish you are here with us. You totally missed out the fun we had.
Love,
N
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