The scent that is spread
Is that that I've missed so long.
It's in my own hair.
I was in Sydney and finally found this that I’d wanted so long. Once I thought I would love the Jasmine but this attracted me more strongly.
Scent of This Hair
Tag: hair
Aging Wine (ranting)
When this wine is aged,
Will it be smooth and pleasant?
Or acidic and weak?
If you ask me what I love the most about this body, without doubt I will say hair and eyes. I am given naturally pitch-black straight hair and deep sharp eyes. And now both really give me patience test.
My hair needs to be treated with more vitamin and tonic to stay strong and dyed (once in 4 months in certain part, not all) when insecurity comes for discoloured hair at the front left and right side of the head. My eyes demand glasses more often than before especially when reading.
Hell! In fact I can’t deny that there is a shade of insecurity of getting old. I understand aging is inevitable but when it changes some features loved the most, I am obviously offended….
My best friend and I often talk about aging and both of us accept and make fun of it. She is not interested in indulging her body, while I am once in a while so I will be the one telling her to keep the body relaxed and fit, while she reminds me to visit my physician and take the meds regularly. No, I never think beauty is the goal of physical treatment, it is always the health and comfort, while beauty sometimes comes as either a bonus or a consequence. And yes, I am against alteration of part of body for beauty; yet I respect those doing it.
Today I posted a photo in instagram and captioned it with two sentences about my fringe and insecurity, my best friend commented “camouflage is a key!” 😂
Hitting the core yet it is true! I will extend the coverage of fringe and probably have my hair coloured (maybe dark brown instead of black to remind me it is not natural) more frequently because I look tired with grey hair, while I want to look fresh both alone or with people. Someday though I will accept the grey hair sitting on my crown, maybe 10 years from now 😛
Getting ooooold. Congratulations! Wait until the time hits the age soon, Aging Wine! 😎
Rike, your grey hair (said they)…. i just smiled but then secretly extended the fringe 😎
my hair really tested me today: messy of wind and refused to be back to normal, stubbornly showing the world that they were against me!
Hair
Crowning black gets grey,
Surfing through tunnels of time.
There is no U-turn.
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long, black with some grey showing — excited to have this long hair to caress ♥️
Daydream
Water, air and hair:
She draws figures and colours
To a sweet daydream.
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Witness
Witness, Beloved,
Umbrella in rainy days,
Locked door in dark nights—
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Still celebrating my hair!
Not every woman likes growing long hair. I do love it. I did short hair in some period of time: senior high school when short hair gave privilege to be called “not too girl” and some recent years when busy days took away the hair time.
Now the long hair period has claimed its prime time back and ready to witness the joy shared by its owner.
May all beings be happy.
Hymn to The Hair
A lady is walking to the lake.
An empty clay jar sits on her waist.
Her hair is hanging loose,
Listening to love songs, waving to the sky.
Sitting, she looks down
Saying hi to her reflection on and on.
My hair, thanks for growing long
And for listening to my love songs.
A lady is walking back to home.
A clay jar full of water sits on her waist.
Her hair is waving by the wind:
Spreading patchouli fragrance, calming down the lane.
Walking, she looks forward
Humming her best love songs.
My hair, thanks for spreading good scent
And making my life so fragrant.
My hair, thanks for being silken
And keeping this flame ardent.
My hair, grow grow long.
My hair, listen to these love songs.
My hair, stay here
Until home is welcoming me.
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Each and every one deserves love and appreciation. Today I took longer time to scrutinise and caress my hair; this stubborn tough protein deserves love and appreciation, too.
A hymn for my hair is not too much, an extra love after shampoo to clean, conditioner to soften and sometimes hair dye to match the mood.
The Hair That’s Breathing – haiku
The hair that’s breathing
Is given a farewell cut
By a nice lady.
Temasek – October 5, 2019 / 23:00
I decided to have my hair cut short for the second time, but this time is brutally short.
I used to have very long pitch black hair (with some grey since high school). As having shorter and shorter time in the morning to wash and dry my hair before going to work, I decided to have farewell party to my beloved hair – not really, I put the cut hair in a big envelop and keep it in the cupboard until now.
The nice lady in the beauty parlor asked me why hair cut, I said “so that I can think clearly”. She giggled and did her job dutifully. This time the cut hair wasn’t treasured; it was swept and dumped to the bin by another nice lady.
Goodbye, my dear hair. No worry, your root is still here and will grow even better. Thank you for being my crown. I love you much.
Loss
Certain loss should make you happy
Seriously.
Do you know that….
…. sometimes I think of a great loss of my hair that is not balanced with my weight loss. And, I think I am happier if the loss is the other way around. 🙂
Singapore – February 19, 2015 – 7:00pm
Picture borrowed from http://themoderndayspartan.com/the-secret-to-balance/
rike jokanan 
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