Women Of Destiny

Clearly, i'm so not so much of an articulate speaker. Either that or the hairdresser wasnt listening to me.

Yesterday, i finally decided to cut my hair since its really bothering me, and i cant even see properly when i'm playing basketball. PLUS, the weather is so hot and humid this past few days. Afraid that the prices would jack up even more within this week, I found my way to this salon near my house (recommended by my mum). The nice lady handed me a magazine on hairstyle, and i took it over to see if there's any pictures that would help in the explaining of my ideal hairstyle to whoever that is cutting my hair.

"How can i help you?" This young man came over. I pointed at the picture and as crystal-clear as i can, told him what i wanted ( i had enough of BAD HAIR CUTS) and at some point, even emphasizing on the "not so SHORT" or the "not too layered" parts.

Just to be safe, i uttered a short prayer quietly.

Finally assured that he understood what i want, i took off my glasses and went into a state of relaxation. NOTE: This is probably why the whole thing went wrong. I cant see without my glasses.

After some time, he was done. I put my specs on and i really do NOT like what i saw in the mirror. WHAT IS HIS PROBLEM?! Really, i could have fainted on the spot. Before i could do anything disastrous to that man, i made my payment and get out of that shop. Once out, i made a good point to turn around and made sure i remembered that salon because i'm never even going to set foot in there again.

Promised myself once i have the time, I'm going to make contact lens.

Anyway, i found this funny joke on some blog.
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A boss wondered why one of his most valued employees had not phoned in sick one day. Having an urgent problem with one of the main computers, he dialed the employee's home phone number and was greeted with a child's whisper.

" Hello ? Is your daddy home?" he asked.

" Yes ," whispered the small voice.

"May I talk to him?"

The child whispered, " No ."

Surprised and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, "Is your Mommy there?"

" Yes ."

"May I talk to her?" Again the small voice whispered, " No ."

Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, "Is anybody else there?"

" Yes ," whispered the child, " a policeman ."

Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss asked, "May I speak to the policeman?"

" No, he's busy , " whispered the child.

"Busy doing what?"

"Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman ," came the whispered answer.

Growing more worried as he heard a loud noise in the background through the earpiece on the phone, the boss asked, "What is that noise?"

"A helicopter." answered the whispering voice.

"What is going on there?" demanded the boss, now truly apprehensive.

Again, whispering, the child answered, " The search team just landed a helicopter."

Alarmed, concerned and a little frustrated the boss asked, "What are they searching for?"

Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled giggle..." ME ."

Signing off,
Joanne (always 17!)