a strange notion exists in some minds: people who think, analyze and try to infer from whatever they hear or see are not 'simple'...they are just clever, conniving, malicious and waiting to take advantage of those around them...

its strange...'simple' people have the licesnse to shout, unleash their fury and blabber out whatever rubbish comes to their mind...because come on...after all they are just being honest and it really doesnt matter if in the process someone gets hurt...if however, any individual who 'thinks' tries to come out in the open about her bitter feelings the intention could have been none other than to offend those around her...it has all been cleverly calculated...

'she thinks therefore she is a b****'

yuck! such a pitiful solace some resort to...

does everyone feel a sense of waste?

do some perpetuate it?

does anyone enjoy it?

i have simply accepted its inevitability...nothing seems worth the while...

going to a beauty salon can be an excellent way to start afresh.

got my hair chopped and was relieved to feel the weight off my shoulders. my stylist rajkunar wasnt too happy with the prospect of snipping through what he thought we were beautiful thick hair...he kept reminding me that he'd taken off 2 inches already each time i'd insist on my hair being cut shorter.

then came the excruciating pain as the threading process began and the poor woman working on the canvas of my eyebrows complained that it had been obscenely long since i last dropped a visit. i couldnt care less...anything to delay the pain that ran right through my heart...clenched fists, tight jaws and some radio gaga to helo me through it...but the five to ten minutes were more than worth it...i have two beautifully shaped arches now and my eyes seem larger and more striking...i take about a minute to scrutinize whether any stubborn hair has been missed despite the skill in her art...more an act to prove that i'm not naive when it comes to matters of beauty so i'm not taken for a ride the next time round...

yes its a new dahsing me. i cant help perpetually staring at the mirror...while reaching out for my bag, paying the bill, even catching a glimpse of the arches in the rear-view mirror...such therapy i tell you!

strangeness happens so we may realize that this life is not the truth.

morning sounds of the washing machine and grinder fail to stir my sleep.