Looking for My Hairdresser
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Posted:Feb 2, 2007 11:21 pm
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2007 6:33 am 7249 Views
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Note: my previous post "Dont unveil" has nothing to do with my hair, ladies - gourmet&virgo.
Some years ago, I met my most favorite hairdresser Eric.
His 1st hair salon was hidden behind Macau's famous Chinese garden, a tall tree shading on the entrance. There, he made my first innovative curved hairdo, w/ my best gf waiting. I, a 21-y-o girl w/ gypsy look and big long hair, cried unreservedly when dislike the first appearance. He and his associates/helpers did it again full-heartedly. It took 8 hours. Several young hairdressers there all looked stylish and trendy, but Eric was the most low-key, quiet and restrained, yet a leader.
2-3 years later, I alone followed his removal to a 2nd-floor salon at the new-sprung Lan Kwai Fong (a location congregating chic bars and shops). My hair was shorter and he designed brisk but wild hairset for me, drum and bass techno music beating on. I noticed he was wearing an earring on one ear lope.
Occationally, I met him while I was wandering in Macau's narrow streets. Each time, he was with one or two boys; each time, I happened to be w/ my gf; each time, he must touch my head and hair to feel for his creation and perhaps think for next time's design. I felt happy and warm.
Not long then, the salon disappeared and became a shop like seven-eleven. I lost him for quite some time. Thus, my hairstyle and image was lost, incl. my self. I drifted among several hairdressers yet never found one satisfactory.
Until one day I encountered him on the ruin of the Fortress. I saw him wear hat. He specially agreed to do my hair at his home studio, where they played and hosted hair-show. I clearly remeber how the dark red velvet curved around the ceiling, its imaginative handfeel. This time he worked on my big messy head for 13 hours until 1am. When i stepped down the stairs for taxi, the night was chilly but me no.
This is the last hairdo Eric made for me. Since then, I've lost my soul hairdresser and my style as well. And nobody touched gently on my hair in Macau street any longer.
I am still looking for my hair dresser. I never like to tell him what to do and I just 1000% percent trust his mind and hand if he can read me well.
p.s. This new pic. shows my new hairdo by a new found hairdresser, still not...
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Dont unveil, dont touch
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Posted:Jan 23, 2007 1:26 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2007 2:22 am 6815 Views
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Dont unveil
Dont touch
as it remains there
All
beauty
mystery
utmost
hope....
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Traveling My-an-mar through P eyes I
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Posted:Jan 22, 2007 4:48 am
Last Updated:Jan 22, 2007 5:59 am 5542 Views
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Many thanks to P for consent to blog these ‘shxt’ e-letters (hoho, sure, after my censorship and just excerpts). So good to feel on the road thru another person’s eyes and senses, but only provided when/where there is internet access and it seems only available in Yangon. Hence, some highlighted moments in no-internet places you cannot see and feel but I can unfold all later back in Macau. And way to keep our memory alive.
(Abt my traveller - of 1970s, a realist/surrealist...)
Myanmarrrrrrrrrr ‒ On Arrival in Yangon
Sunny day today...got myself inside Burma without any visa problem. i was lucky to have a lady in a good mood for the immigration procedure but not
until i have lost my 7 o’clock flight and some extra 4000bht but i am finally here...my mood is great…it seems that communication here is a little problem - i was told that a sim card costs usd3000!!! and that sounds really crazy...now, i am insane...i feel like doing many different
things at the same time...gonna take a bath then some sleep...i guess people and circumstances can alter my everything, but let me tell you i feel much relieved to be here...i only have to worry now about those young Burmese boys trying to mess with me in a good way...They are horne?y and look carefree... nevertheless, they are very happy with big smiles and naughty assumptions...i had got used to it by now...i remember last time i was in Burma for a day with ZL,and at 5 in the afternoon we found ourselves watching the sun-set, drinking coffee with 5 boys sitting on our table...Honestly, i had no idea where they did come from but they all looked safe and confident in our company eating the icecream we offered them...i guess reality here is somewhat different from what we are used to...hardly understandable from what we know and are used to...we just had some small bombings in Bangkok, you can wait until they finish those American casinos over there in Macau,then you will see what a big one looks like!!!
Now time is precious, time is gold and i gotta run, with or without energy...u say Burma is dangerous for traveling...i ‘d judge myself …well, Laos was crazy and i did love it more for that particular reason, i like the places where life makes a completely different sense, even it is absurd to some...i guess danger is like the chilly that spices up your life and i got so much used to it that i dont call it danger, i call it life and living life full life...i can actually laugh insanely at it as it comes my way... a month is like a week in here, never enough to me and for me...
bombolay mandalay
bom shankar
ps- thats the 1970s hippie greetings based on the places, the scenes,the culture, happenings, u know? In those days like you said before there was more hope and more dreams, some people they had their own world with their own language like groovy, hipp, and their own ideas like the citizen of the world, people without possessions, religion and country, people that went as rebels from the so called civilized world to unify it with the 3 world making the world as one...there was timothy leary,oner of the gurus and leaders about that liberation movement of the expansion of the mind and the opening of the doors of perception... gratefull dead(rock band),and that large hippie community that used to cross south east asia by land, settling in the remote nice places in between and one of them was this mythical northen burmese city hidden in the mountain and clouds mist called Mandalay...Shangrila is
another one, Goa another and so many others in between...then there is that holly Tibetan plateau and of course the highest mountain range in the world where you have the highest border cross in the world (India-Nepal)not to
mention the religious and cultural diversity in that place that not only attracted our ancestors but still is attracting our descendants...and that quiet and magical, blessed and holly stone cold mountain range goes from Yunnan up until Iran...so i guess no matter how i feel the magic of that bliss takes over all things like the total spiritual power of God...
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静襌 (分享)
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Posted:Jan 19, 2007 12:33 am
Last Updated:Jan 22, 2007 7:04 pm 6251 Views
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(让我冲一壶功夫茶, 喝一小口, 来点静和禅. ‒ 谢谢好襌的Francisco转给我这个故事. )
佛陀有个故事。在旅途中，碰到一个不喜欢他的人。连续好几天，好长的一段路，那人用尽各种方法诬蔑他。
最后，佛陀转身问那人：「若有人送你一份礼物，但你拒绝接受，那么这份礼物属于谁的？」
那人答：「属于原本送礼的那个人。」
佛陀笑着说：「没错。若我不接受你的谩骂，那你就是在骂自已？」
那人摸摸鼻子走了。
(这是昨天备好的. 今天我一点也不静. 明天将发表我的八宗罪.)
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Zen in Tranquility
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Posted:Jan 19, 2007 12:26 am
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2007 12:25 am 7210 Views
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(Let me brew a mini pot of gongfu tea, sip a little drop fm the mini cup ‒ time for tranquility and Zen. ‒ Thanks to Francisco who likes Zen for sending me Zen stories in Chinese. Here comes the translation
Buddha tells a story.
During a journey, he encounters a man who does not like him. The man tries every means to malign him for several successive days on the long way.
At last, Buddha turns around to the man and asks, “If someone gives you a gift and you don’t accept it, then to whom this gift belongs? “
The man answers, “It belongs to the giver.”
Buddha smiles, “Exactly. If I don’t accept your curses, are you cursing on yourself?”
The man wiped his nose and flees.
Motif: to be drawn up by you.
(By the way, a question: what’s the most tranquil moment for you in a day?)
(Note: This post was done yesterday. Today I am not tranquilt at all. Tmrw will publish My Eight Convictions.)
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Women's Accessories & My Scarves for Sale
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Posted:Jan 16, 2007 7:16 pm
Last Updated:Jan 23, 2007 6:27 pm 6846 Views
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Hey sis. and bros.
Do you think the older women get the less accessories they put on?
What's this year's fashion trend in accessory?
I have received a full box of Thai silk scarves from my friend who wanted to tease me - he was challenging my sales ability and laziness.
How to sell them really poses a problem for me as I become more and more insensitive w/ accessories, and a person who doesnt like showing off/hard-selling. If I wear a beautiful red, embroidered and exotic Thai scarf out in night, one or two guys may compliment it but ...
Any idea? Or I can be a mobile vendor in Sunday flee market and on the cold windy beach like those Thai vendors, hanging the colorful scarves around my neck and shout out "scarf, scar-fffff..."
As Hermes says in its advertisement, a scarf is a fable and a legend for woman. You want it for yourself and your woman? Contact me. Dont wanna pay fm my own pocket to save my own face.
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Sure Can Live Without You
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Posted:Jan 14, 2007 8:33 am
Last Updated:Jan 29, 2007 8:54 am 7365 Views
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Without you the world turns on.
Without anybody the world goes on.
Without anything the world still moves forward.
It carries on in its way. No self-importance. No other-importance.
So shallow to sing "cant live cant live without you.".
(Only start to miss the absence of sb, sth after half a month. I think I dont care but a dream contradicts me.)
Still, life goes on in full energy.
So, dont tell me, friends, after breakup and departure you cant move on.
Coz the world goes on no matter how ...
the sun goes up and down, the rain comes and stops, the ppl cry and smile, the dogs jog and die...
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Theory of Relativity, Theory of Lovability
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Posted:Jan 8, 2007 7:41 pm
Last Updated:Jan 22, 2007 10:25 pm 6783 Views
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- Love Letter by Einstein to Mileva Wanted
---Mumbles---
Are greats and talents able to love?
Is it easy to be their lover? (not at all...)
Does it imply misery and happiness if you're involved? (plenty lot of examples...)
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What would the young scientist be in his love letters?
Sure he was not the same person as we deemed fm his much-older and bearded pic. that he was posed as a freak scientist.
Was his love life related to his great scientific achievement?
I'm interested in it.
Einstein and Mileva were schoolmates in the Federation Polytechnic Institute of Switzerland (something like that, DVC or Nam can correct me), fell in love in their twenties and had a shortlived marriage until 1905/06.
If you have excerpts fm their exchange, please post for me. Thank you.
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On the Road to Mandalay II
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Posted:Jan 5, 2007 11:32 pm
Last Updated:Jan 29, 2007 8:44 am 7191 Views
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Let Rudyard Kipling guard us to Mandalay before your arrival...hope not all that's shove be'ind ...one century in a flash...
Mandalay
Rudyard Kipling
--Published in 1892--
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say;
"Come you back, you British Soldier; come you back to Mandalay!"
Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay;
Can't you 'ear their paddles clunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
'Er petticoat was yaller an' 'er little cap was green,
An' 'er name was Supi-Yaw-Lat jes' the same as Theebaw's Queen,
An' I seed her first a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot,
An' wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot:
Bloomin' idol made o' mud--
Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd--
Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed 'er where she stud!
On the road to Mandalay ...
When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' slow,
She'd git 'er little banjo an' she'd sing "Kulla-la-lo!"
With 'er arm upon my shoulder an' 'er cheek again my cheek
We useter watch the steamers an' the hathis pilin' teak.
Elephants a-piling teak
In the sludgy, squdgy creek,
Where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was 'arf afraid to speak!
On the road to Mandalay ...
But that's all shove be'ind me -- long ago and fur away,
An' there ain't no 'buses runnin' from the Bank to Mandalay;
An' I'm learnin' 'ere in London what the ten-year soldier tells:
"If you've 'eard the East a-callin', you won't never 'eed naught else."
No! you won't 'eed nothin' else
But them spicy garlic smells,
An' the sunshine an' the palm-trees an' the tinkly temple-bells;
On the road to Mandalay ...
I am sick 'o wastin' leather on these gritty pavin'-stones,
An' the blasted English drizzle wakes the fever in my bones;
Tho' I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand,
An' they talks a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand?
Beefy face an' grubby 'and--
Law! wot do they understand?
I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!
On the road to Mandalay . . .
Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,
Where there ain't no Ten Commandments an' a man can raise a thirst;
For the temple-bells are callin', and it's there that I would be--
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, looking lazy at the sea;
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay,
With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay!
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
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