Monday's Child

I'm sitting at my desk at work at the moment, writing this blog post because I have a few minutes on my hands. It's been a strange kind of day, possibly because it's been one of those hot-yet-cold afternoons, I can't wait to get home, and my head is pounding fit to beat... nevermind.


Nevertheless, I found myself humming this old poem today. I remember it was in one of the many books I had as a child, and when I got a little older, I just had to know which "-Day Child" I was.


Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.


I really, really wanted to be the one born on the Sabbath day.

New Haircut





I've always had a phobia of putting myself in a barber's chair. It can be really scary placing your hair in another person's hands. Anyway, there's this place near my house that has always been really low-key i.e. I would never have gone there. But on the recommendation of someone else, I decided to give them a try. Armed with a photograph of what I wanted, I steeled myself with the calming thought that, if all else failed, it would all grow back in time.


Thankfully, I was pleasantly surprised.


WハートBeforeWハート


Lank, long and oddly wavy in certain areas. Eek.






WハートAfterWハート


No makeup because I ran to the hair salon in a rush (see, I told you it was near my house) and half an hour later - voila.


I look like i'm 12 years old again. Only I don't look like I'm 12 years old because when I was 12 I looked like this . <-- click on the link at your own risk. A=´、｀=)ゞ








Yay!