SOON.

Hey all!

sorry i've been sort of MIA. i have a story to write up for this competition by my local newspaper. i've been kind of focusing on it and i'm stressed out of my mind!

once i hand the entry in, i'll post it up here. regardless of whether i win or not (:

but if i end up winning, you might end up seeing my name in the newspapers soon. hehe (:

stay tuned!
love,
Jess.

I smile

Like a bubble, this memory is. Thankfully, it doesn’t pop.

I’m in my room, cramming all my hair products – as many as a regular 5 year old would have of course – into my basket of clips and hairbands. Every colour possible in the rainbow can be found in my little square plastic basket. But of course, the majority had to be pink! Pink pink pink!

I giggle as I rush out of the room and set my little basket on the single settee. I then drag the wooden stool that has been kept in the living room especially for such purposes of which I was about to start to the centre of the room. I was a bundle of energy, anticipating what was about to happen. I turn on the television and set my eldest brother on the wooden stool and ask him to stay there. I pass him the remote and run downstairs.

I grab a small bowl from the just the right height cupboard and tip toe to fill it up with water from the sink. I then quickly start up the stairs. Well, as quickly as I could while holding a bowl of water filled to the very brim. I then set the bowl of water gently on the floor and bring the basket of “tools” over.

I thought when I was younger that I wanted to be a hairdresser. Why? For this very reason: I picked up the bowl of water and began splashing it onto my brother’s hair with my tiny hands. Picking up my scissors that were placed amongst my hair accessories I began to snip away what I felt was unnecessary to my brother’s head. (of course, the scissors were plastic and could hardly cut clay, so no worries, i did not bring any harm to my brother.)

Then, when I was satisfied, I would begin to place all sorts of things to “glam” up my masterpiece. Continuously adding water onto my brother’s head, I place clips here, there, and here as well; tying little bundles and tufts of hair together.

I can’t quite remember what happened after that. But I remember it happening often; me becoming a little hairdresser. I just thought it was fun and games back then. But when I think back, it was amazing how my brother who was 7 years older than me could tolerate me for that long.

And every time I am reminded of that memory, I smile.

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hey guyyyysss.

this is a true story, from my real memories, with my real brother. (:

i hope you guys enjoyed that.

thank you Tai-Kor.

love, 

Jess.