A Tribute to Mr. Hairdresser

Yosh! Went to the hair salon after some many long months of neglect and abuse towards my hair! Hehe.. I think the last time I cut my hair was before my birthday last year, which makes it almost a year till now, seeing that my birthday is coming soon (hint hint.. :p). Anyway, it wasn't a drastic cut, the same concept but not so layered anymore. He even temporarily straightened it for me! Uwaaa!! I kinda reminisced about my straightened hair for a while, but then naturally wavy hair is just as good ^_^

And I found out (after such a long period of not catching up with the hairdresser friend) that he got a job offer in Belgium!!!! OMG!! Freaking OMG! I'm super happy for him, but still sad that he'll be leaving. It's not for another three months, but still, he is a nice friend and I loved his work (not always, but mostly). His attitude towards hair is impeccable! He treats each customer's hair lovingly and doesn't do a half-past-six job ^_^ Sigh.. I hope to find another person with so much love for his craft as this man does.

Anyway, after a tiring day, it is super nice to sit down on the chair and get tender loving care. Every stroke and tweak on my scalp was sheer bliss, right up till I got my hair washed, scalp massaged, blown dry and straightened. Therapeutic isn't it?? I think I felt a headache forming somewhere back in my brain, but after the wonderful session, it disappeared! Lovely!

Oh well, will enjoy my straight hair for a few hours more, then it's back to work. Hope everyone has a wonderful day as well!! Go check in to a salon for some tender loving care too! And I hope my dear friend will settle down well in Belgium and not munch too much on chocolates :p

Ganbatte kudasai!!!! ^____^

The past

It is true that the past indeed catches up with you. Someone with whom I had a falling out years ago is now admitted in my ward. I felt so scared and anxious when I saw her face this morning. "How do I nurse her?" "Has she forgiven me?" "Will she be mad at me and scream that she doesn't want to be in this ward any longer?" 'What do I do? I can't ignore her forever.. She's admitted here for goodness sake!"

These questions ran through my mind. My heart pumped like there was no tomorrow whenever I stepped into the room. At first I pretended that I didn't see her, but I knew that this can't go on forever. My heart tells me to act professional, but I can't. I felt weird. But to see her in her current condition somewhat broke my heart. Yet I was to scared to approach her.

Sigh... I'm so worried, but I know I can't change anything. Unless I open my mouth of course. And yet, the fear of making her even more miserable overwhelms me. I can't really think right now. I'm such an ass. Really I am.