one wedding, a giant depilation of hairs

you name it, starting from head's, eyebrow's, armpit's, to leg's and most of them weren't without the company of sudden pains that feels like the stings of pointy needles. welcome to the age of depilation, especially if you r a woman. there hasn't been a single compliment that would come your way in case you think it's going to be a macho man equivalent of praise (as when they don't shave for a couple of days) when you don't depilate after a while. sigh!

slightly incoherent, and guess what, my experience has always been, never visit the same hairdresser twice!! or is it just maybe i haven't found a suitable one that will most likely give me satisfaying results. (speaking of hairs, there's a 'yuks' factor when hairs are not where they're supposed to be, i.e. food, sorry to have wasted your time in reading this line).

met a uni friend today, and her comment, "have you lost weight?", ooo.. of all the questions, she picked this one, we haven't seen each other for years, off course, head, "dude, i've never been increasing or decreasing a kilo since my growth process de-activated, two and a half years ago, though it's more likely that i don't gain a kilo than losing it one". it must be the hair!

o wedding.. off course.

i think it's rude to dedicate more in talking about hairs than a friend's wedding.

damnit! been assigned a job nobody wants, nothing else than a torture for me, i guess, i'm sick of doing admin stuffs for peeps, all i want to tell is let them get organised themselves. forgive about the cranky tone, but i'm relieved to have written this down. pay-back time ho!

it's a privilege nevertheless =)

lyd, hope you enjoy being carefree for those you're entitled to, in the midst of the tonnes that you both have to get done. but the best parts will always come later.. a hand to hold, a heart to cherish, a friend to love.. (sickness to care for, budget to spend, house chores to share, no turning point.. are you sure?) and a cross to bear as well.. (the best of best yet to come is the marriage to the 'lamb', my friend).