Haircut

My head looked like a bird's nest. As a matter of fact, I was waiting for some feathered animal to perch or fly away from my hair.

Milai's parlor underwent a change of administration. It has been closed since the last week of December last year due to renovations. My hair has grown unruly for the past few weeks, and thankfully, I was able to sit down on Milai's new salon chair to get my hair done.

What never fails to amuse and amaze me is the manner in which they speak. She and Amelia, the manicurist, along with other customers, engage in a flowery parlance; a colorful marriage of English, Filipino, and Bisaya. It just amuses me to see them chatter away their stories and escapades, fully embellished with body language and facial expressions. After bursts of talking in a very comical tone, the gaggle would first snicker and then explode into laughter rid of womanly gentleness.

It amazes me that despite all the trouble Milai faced with her boyfriend, she never ceases to smile and share an interesting story or two. Despite her hardships, she still manages to laugh, and possibly look forward to a brighter tomorrow.

Thanks to her ever so cheerful disposition, I got my haircut. It feels so nice to look sleek and clean once again.