Nice photo hor? I lepak-ing with the kids at Coffee Beans over the weekend. From Low Yat to KLCC to MidValley. Sometimes, they went off to Toys R Us and left me alone with a laptop, the whole world and myself with a cup of latte, tea, expresso, blend of the day, wateva except ice blended stuffs. Milkshakes are for kiddoes, dude.
So, there was this post I had wanted to write but the environment didn’t fit. Last Thursday, I went to cut my hair and dye it. You know how boring sitting down waiting for the hair dye to settle is. Fourty five minutes of that, plus another 30 minutes of waiting plus 20 minutes of hair cut and hair wash.
Then, there was this father who brought his daughter to the salon for a hair cut. It is nothing much. Except that he told the hair-dresser that he was late for his appointment because he just brought her to register for school. All children born in 2001 must register for entrance in public school.
Still nothing, right? Not really. My #4 son would have been that big too, like the little girl. And damn, many things ran through my mind at that very moment. All the what ifs, and what nots.
It was soon brushed away and I can do silly self-portrait. But still, there were moments like those when it hit me real hard. Lucky I got a crazy fella who sms-ed me and told me to dye my hair pink, my armpit hair amber and elsewhere green and become a traffic light at the Bloggers Together Gather. Those kept my smiling again. And I tell you, it is not easy to control giggles in a room full of women and men at their hairdressers.
Damn, I love my new sandals so much, I kept putting my feet on the car dashboard and take photos of them. I have to blur out a bit to make it less kurang ajar to show my feet lah. I think that’s the perk of being a blogger. I get to release emo feelings elsewhere and subject my readers to endure the nonsense.
Now, I know how the other moms feel when they see their deceased children’s school mates entered universities, graduated and got on with their lives. We felt cheated, we felt unfairness and we just feel damn angry with no one and nothing in particular. But thank God, I got plenty to live for and those are just short moments that come and passed.
Now, tell me my shoes is so pretty or something silly, ok?