id rather have rainy days and mondays

tuesday is depressing.
why is it that when you long for something so bad, that something is just nowhere to be found? in my case, it was a someone. it's amazing. i wonder if somebody has attempted to research on that. *sigh* come to think of it...*double sigh*

i get angry so easily these days. i have short patience which is not natural for me. i find myself frowning in front of a mirror or even as i type this. i just cannot understand what's happening. this is not me. i'm not a grumpy girl. maybe i have PMS (i don't know what PMS really is exactly. all i know is it's got to do with periods.) or maybe i'm just plain crazy.

anyway, at 6 o'clock in the evening i went to Thery's hair salon. that should cheer me up. i had to get a haircut since my hair has been splitting in the ends and it looks dry. i had planned just a simple, 'two inches off the ends please' but when i went in the salon and saw pictures of models with great hair, i knew i was gonna change my mind.

but i can't get a hair treatment or anything. my hair has been badly damaged after i had it permed TWICE this year. the first one in April and the second in June. and besides, hair treatments cost too much and take an awful lot of time to do.

there weren't many customers then, in fact, i was the only customer. i found out later the woman sitting on the bench was the manicurista and the girl by the washer is the assistant to Mrs. Thery.

oh good. then i will serve as a blessing to this salon. sometimes, i get the feeling that when i go into a store or shop or line up for anything or whatever, people will follow what i do. like i'm their idol or something and they're stalking me and trying to emulate me in a very discreet way. like that one time i had a haircut done by the loving hands of Mrs. Thery still. when i got home, although it looked nice, i just had to cut a few centimeters off the sides (actually i felt like Mulan that time, and the scissors was so inviting) after i snipped some hair off, i felt a sense of accomplishment and a bit of pride. i thought to myself, i'm just trying to give it a personal touch. and then i went to school. and then, after a few days, some girls are wearing the same hairstyle as mine.
or that time when i had a perm. the next week, everywhere i look, i see girls with newly permed hair too. JUST LIKE MINE.

but it's just me really. (my perm was really bad)

but sure enough, about 15 minutes later, a woman came in to get a pedicure and not long after another one came to get her hair done. she has to wait 'til im finished since Mrs. Thery is the only person who does hair which is appropriate, i think, since she owns the salon and has her name on the billboard outside. not like some salons named after their owners who dont know anything about hair at all.

at last i was done. i look glamorous, i think. maybe i should ask Mrs. Thery where she bought her mirrors. or maybe it's my eyes. the blowdryer? i don't doubt Mrs. Thery's ability, i trust her really. she's good in what she do. it's just that i always come out a disaster when it comes to hair. (recalls hair stretching 2 years ago)

must be because i don't bother so much about my hair. i wouldn't care if i get a bad haircut 'coz i know it'll just grow back anyway. i go to salons, once, twice or if they're lucky, thrice in a year. i'm very low maintenance really. oh well.

i paid and thanked Mrs. Thery then went home. my mother and sister noticed my hair immediately. i knew they were both quite shocked but it was my sister who first started to laugh. and then i have to laugh out loud at myself too. oh well. i never fail. i guess it's in my blood. :)

ps. my father was the only one who didn't see any changes in me at all. even when i swing my hair in front of his face and chant 'notice anything, notice anything??' he finally said, nagpakulot ka? men. they just can't see the necessary details and add ons in life. like a new haircut.
and i woke up this morning, saw myself in the mirror and said to myself, 'i have weird hair'.