The Mane Point

This has to be a cliched post. The before and after of a hair-cut. For a girl, that is, obviously.

Now, I am one of those kind of people who have forever wanted long hair. So I try nourishing it, nurturing it and finally bringing the length down a few inches below my shoulder line. This feat takes a year (some slow growth I say!). And by then, it is summer.

Now the problem with summer is, it one season when my hair decides to have a mind of its own. Therefore, heavily damaged hair is what I end up with by mid-summer. And then comes my pilgrimage to the Salon. The stylist tells me how damaged my hair is (yes I know!), asks me what hair products I use (the most embarrassing  question for some odd reason) and tells me he/she'd chop off my damaged hair (yay!). I get all enthusiastic and give the thumbs up for Short Hair.

A few hours later, I stare stupidly at myself in the mirror.
Oh yes, I've done the same old familiar mistake again. And that is why I never will have long hair. Period.

Of wrappers and to-do lists

A huge shiny gift under the Christmas tree waiting to be opened. You count the days till you can get your hands on it, and when you finally do - Oh! the pleasure in tearing apart that stooopid wrapper, getting to see your Blingy new toy and jumping up 'n down for a week, till it becomes Yet Another Thing.

Point to be made aside - no matter how impatient you are, you always find time to break a few bubbles on the bubble wrap.

Back to the story. So summer holidays are that. The enthusiasm which I started it off with... dead and gone. Off to Neverland. Along with the long to-do list I had. Driving license (lagging behind 2 years), passport (don't even get me started with that), the 10 something books I bought that I have to read, cooking classes, internships, summer courses... 

The problem with all this Confessing - depression. 

And solution - Chocoloates :D

And that's why life ain't that bad.

Birth of a Narcissist

And then there are times when the universe speaks to you.. Like there's this personalised message in the air that nuzzles right next to your earlobe and tells you a secret. The sort that charges you up and fills spirit in you.
Times when you feel the scientists in NASA are dumb, trying to hunt for the centre of the universe when duh, 'I'm here!'.

Side effect, the rest of the world has to tolerate another narcissist.