(Wednesday, February 24, 2010-)
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the day before yesterday, went back to find my hairstylist, esther again for some hair therapy plus some chit-chat session. man, she is so going to leave the salon soon, it just feels kinda sad. i think i can only have another session with her before she goes back to her homeland to take a break from work. i guess i really treat her like my second mum, kinda take care of me not just my hair but my health too hearing that i was sick. Maybe it just seems normal for other ppl but i just kinda feel i have a strong attraction to her care and concern.
Anyways, down i am like half-fcuked sick which started from a sore throat and as usual escalated and complicated by flu comin in and phlegms building up. hope my immune system can fight it off w/o me visiting the doc the second time.
Sometime I am thinking, talking can really be a skill that is quite poisonous to the heart, soul and the brain. words can really play a part in distrupting the normal functionality. I know of someone who is good at talking and every sentence every single words contain spikes and hidden meanings. Is good at counter-talking back and leave no chance for one to step down the stage through back stairs. Laugh in quite an evil way even just in a small game. Must that really talk in the manner? cannot do some good deed by saving the breath? i guess not believing in karma is the thinking that make it continuously using that sharp tongue. Well, it will hit, someday, its just a matter of time, and waiting to se that happen.
the story ends like this;
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