It’s been a while since I actually did something proactive about
my egoistical need to look pretty even though no one else notices the way I look, so I decided to do a little torture pampering.
I started the day early with a session with my sister’s beautician. I have to say that it’s one of the best facial experience I’ve ever had. She had a gentle touch and she didn’t prod my skin mercilessly. In fact, she was really nice. The best part was that she didn’t charge us (my sister and I) too expensively since two of our aunts are partners in the small spa establishment. I’m actually looking forward to the next session in two weeks. (Yes, my skin is bad enough that it needs bi-weekly treatment).
Later in the day I decided to go for a haircut. Originally, I wasn’t planning to cut my hair until September as I was planning to keep it long. However, five months after my last haircut, the ends were dry and my hair was frizzy. My hair actually looks like straw. Well, actually no, I’m exaggerating but well, my hair isn’t as manageable as it used to be.
So I went in for a cut and some treatment done. In all, I spent two hours at the salon. Actually, the hair cut took all of fifteen minutes but it was the treatment that took so long. There was much waiting and I almost feel asleep from the waiting. The only things that kept me awake were the machines that they used to heat up my hair during the waiting time.
So anyway, now I look from this:
It’s not much of a difference but at least my hair doesn’t look so dry and unkempt.