so this post which was backdated to saturday originally started off bout me getting a haircut on saturday. a haircut for me is a momentous event. mostly because it's an annual event. but i guess it went pretty mishap-less because i held a tight rein over what the hairdresser was doing with her scissors.
just a few hours ago on a sunday night, greg picked my sis and i up and all of us headed to dhan's. in total he cut greg's, alex's and bee's hair while he dyed greg's and bee's. at the end of the night, i was really tired. and i was just standing around. i don't know how dhana must have felt working on three heads for four hours straight. but he looked really beat when we said bye. everyone's hair is their crowning glory and i wouldn't know if i'd end up doing a half-past-ten job when i'm really exhausted. so thanks a million dhan! i can't believe you're leaving again. back then, 3 months seemed like a really long time. we have to do the whole biscuit thing at popeyes again before you leave alright!
the weekend's over yet again. really glad that work's been alright so far. been struggling to grasp much needed tact as well as pharm knowledge but i guess i'm still afloat. alright it's 3am time for bed.
