Maria's rinsing my hair - and I keep staring at the fashion magazines she had placed next to my handbag, which I can only flick through once she's done.  Argh - finish already!

I can hear a man yelling at some kids in the passage parallel to the salon.  "Move! All of you, now!!!" +roll eyes+  Why aren't these walls thicker?!

I raced to be here on time.  When I started walking on the wooden parquet floor of the gym/spa/salon passage-ways, my high-heels echoing my arrival to Maria {she's usually 'ready' by the time I walk in!} - I had a fabulous idea! {& for people who know me, I come up with fab ideas pretty often! *lol*}: to remove my shoes and walk to the salon {though I have to admit, the correct word would be tip-toe, yes, I walk on my toes most of the time, a habit since I was a few years old - as per my mum's recollection; the years of ballet training ensured that I continue doing so for years to come I guess =>} - & it occured to me to look back to see if anyone was there only when I was midway...&, there was: a man with a squash racket, smiling with a bemused expression on his face >.<;

Two women are having their hair blowdryed - and are basically yelling out their conversations.  Some details are...well, oh my =>

Ok, it's time for me to leave; have to rush home to help out in food preparations.  & before my inbox gets flooded by emails from an über-cute someone, there are snapshots to be uploaded, but maybe later tonight?

Have a blissful night, everyone.

[I simply
can't wait.
I can't!!! =D]