Elbow Ticklers

I was walking down one of those dark, dungeon-like corridors/tunnels in my university one day. The only thing I could hear was the echo of my footsteps reverberating in the cracked black-coloured walls and the only thing I could smell was the stale construction dust hanging in the air in a sort of eternal suspended animation.

So as I quickened my pace to reach the end of the tunnel, something swiped across the back of my right elbow. It was a very light brush. I turned around in surprise, but nothing was behind me. I stood still for a moment, and took note that there was no wind in the air, and there were no fans in the tunnel. As my curiosity declined, I turned back forward to continue my walk, and I felt my elbow getting brushed again.

It was then I realized it was my long hair brushing on my elbow which reminded me to cut my hair.

So much for suspense, huh? heheheh...

My hair hasn't been this long since grade school, which was even longer then. I had cut the high-maintenance locks once I entered high school for convenience, as untangling knots and tying my hair in the early morning for school everyday was a bitch. Ever since then, the length of my hair has ranged from super short to medium long, but not this current length. So, I haven't felt the feeling of long hair brushing against the back of my elbow in a long time.

I'm planning to cut my hair probably by the end of this month, to give my new piercing time to heal somemore, coz you know how brutal some hairdressers are on your ears, especially Chinese ones, who talk non-stop and have their eyes on their talkees 90% of their time cutting your hair. Sometimes their spit even ends up flying into your hair (for extra body). I wouldn't even elaborate on those freakily hot mega-hairdryers they have that burn up your scalp which give me the shivers, literally.

And so with this blog post I have proven that you can talk about your hair in a whole entry. I didn't know that I could do that either.