Men and their “Strong” Arms in Salons

Today, I went to the salon. Of course, I had my hair done. What else would I do there? 😛 Jokes. Anyway, I was actually surprised by the number of men in there the moment I walked in. Those men weren’t wearing an “I came here with my girlfriend/wife/whatever.” ensemble, they were in uniform – salon uniform that is. I didn’t actually have a preconceived notion as to what they were capable of. I just went in, no “keen observer” mode. It was turned off. I only thought they did male hair.

So yeah, while in there I was looking at people and what they were doing – usual chit chat, magazine reading, employees watching TV. For the better part of my stay, employees were enjoying this old movie starring Palito. haha! T’was actually fun. I just wasn’t able to watch from all the blow drying and stuff. And guess what? The men in the salon, they do the blow drying.  And I’m not done yet. They do the straightening with the irons as well. Hey, new use for those muscles, guys! You will do a lot of good in women vanity, yeah? They’re actually pretty good and they don’t spend a lot of time doing small talk with other employees. They actually just work. They talk but they do it while having their eyes planted on your head. Awesome! 😀

I have nothing else to add. I’m terribly sleepy. So, good night! I might sleep early tonight. 😉 

I’m Horrible At Surprises…

…when I’m the one being surprised. 🙂

I like surprising people but when I’m being surprised, never mind. A couple of people who matter, not to mention my family, may have noticed this already but I’m just going to talk about it anyway. I don’t have any other interesting thing to blog about other than my stepping on cat poop in the past 36 hours. That is if my life is interesting. haha! Plus, I was talking to the latest person who tried to surprise me minutes ago. Well, kind of. It was a Facebook comments thing. 

Anyway, I’ve been surprised a few times and each time I TRY my best to be appreciative and give a bigger reaction. But I fail everytime. I’m horrible. I either just shrink away and hide my face or stare at the person looking embarrassed. I know!! It’s an excitement killer. I guess my confidence level is just too low, I don’t want people to see me show any kind of emotion other than my laughing AT them or the smug, I don’t care face I put on a lot. Oh, and then there’s I’m lost and I look dumb face. 😛 

Moving on, the last surprise thing was during my birthday this year. After the compulsory dinner we had at school, my Korean friend with the help of our school’s owner and a couple of other people surprised me. They turned off the lights and lit the candles on this cake. Sidebar, I actually thought a black out occurred but kept the AC running. Stupid. haha! They had to light it again cause AC blew it for me. 🙂 Anyhow, yeah, I knew it was for me the second they showed up cause they were all looking at me like I did something vulgar. Ultimately, they reached the table and since everyone teased me too much, my face didn’t look happy at all. I have that defense mechanism going. haha! Yes, it’s sort of mean. Well, not just sort of. Turns out, my friend thought I didn’t like it and felt bad. BUT, I did make sure she knew I was happy. 🙂  Times like that I wish I had my older sister’s reactions when she gets surprises. Bollocks. 

So, Miso Choi! I love you for planning the surprise for me and I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart! 🙂 I miss you a lot! Come back. 😛 

Paper Cut/ Juliet’s Day

While cooking, I went to make my daily Chamomile Tea. It’s made by Lipton so it comes in a sachet. I took a cup, put some honey in it and then the tea bag plus some water. (I had to describe how I did it. lol) Anyhow, when I got back to my chopping and roasting, my finger felt horrible after I grabbed some salt. Equals paper cut. haha! It’s about 2cm long. That was boring. haha

On to Juliet’s Day… I won’t do any introductions about who Juliet is but we’re doing some chatting right now. So, she told me my siblings and her are eating out tonight. The best advice I gave her? Ask the service men to sing her a Happy Birthday song so they’d get free treats! HAHAHAHA! I’m so cheap. 😛 The simple joy of eating something sweet.