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Of Tampons, Hair Colour and the Unknown

I was trapped in another horrid dream this morning. It had something to do with my brother, suicidal thoughts and fear of death (of a loved one) all at the same time. Very disturbing. Then I woke up to a message from a panicking friend. Apparently, her tampon in use had gone 'missing'. After an exchange of messages, she took off to the hospital. The doctor's only advice after inspecting her was to check the bed, bedside and bathroom for any signs of it. Surely an used tampon wouldn't be lying discreet on the bed, I told her. It probably got flushed down the toilet during one of those dozy midnight bathroom breaks. Not speaking from experience but oddly enough, I just happened to have a few tales of tampon/ sanitary pad mishap, firsthand from people I know. 

Lately, I've been itching to colour my hair. Two years ago, I told myself that I'd do everything in my power to stay away from any chemical treatment that may cause dry hair or for it to lose its sheen. Also, I had wanted to stay natural until or unless the first of grey appears. I know I'm lucky like that when my peers have started to grey, I still have a head full of raven, black hair...BUT, I'm itching and I hate it. A little bit of colour would be uplifting. At the same time, I don't want to be throwing colours onto my hair in the heat of the moment just to regret it 12 hours later, or the minute it's done. Unfortunately, this sort of itch, when paired with a dose of careless spontaneity can be destructive to one's state of mind. Yet without it, it's no better? 

We're almost two weeks into August. September will catch up soon and from there, I don't know where things will be heading for us. Yes, a new adventure is up but I just don't have any details on it yet. I'm excited as much as I fear the unknown. Sometimes, it makes my mouth dry just thinking about the possible downside of things but mostly the prospect of another adventure, maybe even a new phase in life, is welcoming. I will update on this as soon as I have a better picture on what's before us! 

On another note, it's always nice to receive food, especially homegrown or homemade with love. Recently, I had a sudden craving for a tangy, hot Kimchi soup. It was past midnight, I was hungry and I had none at hand when I punched in a lame FB status shamelessly proclaiming my craving. A minute later, a friend, offered to drop off some Kimchi he had made for himself. It was a lovely gesture and a huge surprise for me: I did not expect Kimchi, of all foods, from him. The next day, I was a happy woman with a container full of hot Kimchi, which I had partly used for a satisfying meal of Kimchi Fried Rice! Small gestures like this make me incredibly happy. 


A beautiful homemade Kimchi although the husband 
thinks that it looks more like brain matter in hot sauce. 
(Think iZombie)

xx 













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  1. New adventures are good indeed, well unless they go array. Good food is nothing to sneeze at either.

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    1. we'll see Pay. i'm excited but....we'll see :p
      no complaints about good food :)

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  2. I'm glad I've never had a dream about a missing tampon. Had I been the doctor, I would have told her it probably got dissolved by the acidic fluids in her coochie.

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    1. lol. a woman can die if it was that acidic down there methinks :p

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  3. Why don't my friends do that when I punch in an "I want" status? Looks bloody lovely. Love the title of this post!

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    1. aww thanks Jules. now that i've had a bottle wine all by myself, I want a kimchi anything!

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  4. I color my hair - I just have a little gray (at 52) so it looks dingy. When I hit 50%, I'll stop.

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    1. you're lucky! I hope to be just like you. my mom has just started greying a little and she's 59. i'm hoping i'm in for some good genes.

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  5. A... missing... tampon? Talk about nightmares! Yikes, Jaya J! So why do you think you have nightmares on a regular basis? I do too but I almost never remember them (knock on wood). I'm not sure if that makes me blessed or ignorant.

    It's your hair, so... But I'm sure we all would like to see the final result.

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    1. Just stopping by to say hi. Here it comes: HI!!!!

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    2. i wish i knew. i suppose some of these dreams could be a dark manifestation of deep fear that reside in our sub-consciousness. i don't know...
      the colour thoughts are over now...my hair just appears thinner and frailer now. it's quite worrying.

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  6. Home made food is everything indeed. Greetings!

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    1. thank you for visiting! x

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