Sunset
I managed to accomplish all on my do-list today except for item no 3.
Well, I spent a good 3.5 hours at the hair salon and my butt felt all sore after that! By the time I walked out, I only had time left to go fix my sunnies before I had to rush to dinner.
So after my last colour, I decided that it was high time to touch-up on the roots. As usual, I am clueless about what colours I want so I left it to my hair stylist to decided.
And look at my new hair colour!
(do not be deceived, its a lot brighter than what you see here)
The second picture is how it looks like under the sun/ lights. Erm, a bit orangey-red right?
Anyway, the hair colour has a lovely name which I adores. Its called Sunset.
The most memorable sunset has to be the one I encountered when I was in Tasmania in 2000. As we drove past the countrysides in the late afternoon, the view of the setting sun was just breathtaking... it was as though the sun was waving its farewell to the world after a day of basking in glory. As the sun bidded its goodbye, the sky showed its sorrow as it grows darker with gloom.
Its been a long time since I last sat down quietly at Sunset, taking in all its warming glory. Though sunrise marks the start of a new hope, sunset does not necessarily denotes the end. To me, it represents the beginning of nightfall in its very special version of stillness and tranquility as the moon takes over the shift from the sun.
If I could choose how I would like to be proposed to (if it ever happens), I would like it to be at sunset by the beach...
Its so very romantic, methinks :)
Well, I spent a good 3.5 hours at the hair salon and my butt felt all sore after that! By the time I walked out, I only had time left to go fix my sunnies before I had to rush to dinner.
So after my last colour, I decided that it was high time to touch-up on the roots. As usual, I am clueless about what colours I want so I left it to my hair stylist to decided.
And look at my new hair colour!
(do not be deceived, its a lot brighter than what you see here)
The second picture is how it looks like under the sun/ lights. Erm, a bit orangey-red right?
Anyway, the hair colour has a lovely name which I adores. Its called Sunset.
The most memorable sunset has to be the one I encountered when I was in Tasmania in 2000. As we drove past the countrysides in the late afternoon, the view of the setting sun was just breathtaking... it was as though the sun was waving its farewell to the world after a day of basking in glory. As the sun bidded its goodbye, the sky showed its sorrow as it grows darker with gloom.
Its been a long time since I last sat down quietly at Sunset, taking in all its warming glory. Though sunrise marks the start of a new hope, sunset does not necessarily denotes the end. To me, it represents the beginning of nightfall in its very special version of stillness and tranquility as the moon takes over the shift from the sun.
If I could choose how I would like to be proposed to (if it ever happens), I would like it to be at sunset by the beach...
Its so very romantic, methinks :)
posted by Shazza at Monday, June 20, 2005
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