My Hair In The Chopping Block


The room was suddenly quiet, barely there, in completely stillness. There was a gaze in the air. It was thin, piercing, echoing the calmness before a huge storm. Coughing no one dare to flare. Crappy conversations were not heard. Gossip barred in the interim. Hairdryer blasting only heard in the next door. No water running. No empty field to fly to. There was just a vacuum in the corner and that’s all I saw. She waited for me to say something, a word perhaps but I wouldn’t. I was just there, staring, numb, livid, eyes red. No one dared to say a thing. No one dared to ask. No one dared not to be silent. Dejected, my soul left me momentarily, freezing for a split second in space. 


I look Better In A Ponytail!

IMG_20140305_161607Someone told me today that I look better on a ponytail. Yeah, that’s right, a ponytail. Case closed. The customer is always right, right?! But wait, hold your horses right there missy. Who’s talking to you horsy?! I heard the tail begging me to please not put him on a corner, oops my bad, on a pony. So, I didn’t. I let him be, free as a cucumber to rejoice his glory. So there! He is a tail in a pony and feeling great about it. And… Got a question?! Because I am happy!