My hair's as straight and flat as an uncooked spaghetti. Okay, maybe just as straight as it but not as hard as it though. And maybe my hair's as flat as a flattened pancake.
Yeps, I went and did it. Got my hair rebonded or straightened as it's more well known as. The fringe is falling all over my face and it's annoying me to no end. I suppose this is what I have to put up with together with the perks of having lucsious, straight and kempt hair. I'm praising myself too much. Hee.
So yeah the hair salon was where I spent most of my day at today. From 12 noon to 4 pm, my ass was seated down firmly in a cool and comfortable chair in "A Cut Above" salon at Mid Valley Megamall. Thank goodness for cool leather chairs. My rear only got to be relieved from being seated too long with 5 seconds walks to and fro from the wash basin. This is only the second time I've done this hair rebonding business. I suppose it's not too bad if I only plan to go through this process once a year. My stomach was growling for sustenance by the second hour already but luckily I had "Chocolat" to accompany me and keep my mind off food for a while. Actually, not really, since the book contains some rather scrumptious and lickable descriptions of food, wine, champagne and chocolates. Sigh. I think I'm getting hungry again.
Anyways, when I was being pampered and preened by two hair stylists, my mind began wondering again, as usual. Where and who do hair stylists go to to get their hair done? I mean, they can't possibly do their own hair by themselves right? And if not, then they would have to get better and more talented hair stylists to get their precious hair prepped and ready for show, now wouldn't they? If that were the case, then there would be no one best hair stylist in the world. For he or she would have to get some other better hair stylist to touch their hair now, wouldn't they? Unless they were bald then that would be a different story. So, yeah that was what went through my wandering mind today when chemicals and hands kept on touching my hair. Pretty messy deal, I think.
I have gained a whole new respect for hair stylists today as well. They have got to have such extreme patience and tolerance to go through layers by layers of hair and brush all sorts of chemicals and paste onto the hair with nary a complaint or even breaking a sweat. I could never be a hair stylist. My arms and hands would give way before I could even finish the job. I'm better suited to sit down jobs and typing away like what I'm doing now.
In other news, Nic is back in my house again for the next two nights before going over to Sharon's again for one last night I think. I got my black nail polish from the pasar malam, finally. I did find some black nail polish in the regular shops but they cost way too much for me to part with my money and there's no way I'm going to spend a good twenty or forty ringgit for a tiny bottle when I can get the same thing for RM2, albeit of lesser quality but I don't mind it.
Tomorrow, the momster and I are going to be hitting KLCC. I'm going to be visiting three different shopping malls in three consecutive days. It gives me a sense of surrealism, just realizing this now. Wow. Go me! The negative side of this is that I now depend on my mom for the financial support of my shopping spree. Or the lack thereof.
P.S: I forgot to mention this P.S. yesterday to Laine. And I'm much too lazy to log on to AIM to tell you this. You can wash the lomo camera film at a regular photo shop since you're using the normal analog camera film. That's all.
