Hair business

Someone once said to me, "Hair is 90% of your looks.". Cannot agree more, no statement more true than that.

I've experienced some hideous haircut in my life, so to speak. I believe everyone out there has, it just depends on the level of hideousness, I guess. One wrong chop off your fringe can totally turn you into a country pumpkin instantly - and not by choice, you can trust me with this, I speak of personal experience. So my advice is, make an effort to be best mate with your hairdresser, because this fella has got 90% of your looks in his hands.

So here's the thing - I don't considered myself settled in a country until I've found a reliable hairdresser. And I've finally found one in Perth, after 6 good years of searching. Amen for that!

Behind closed doors

I drove into a quiet lane in Fremantle, and was instantly greeted with calmness and serenity. The houses were very unique, each is very individual in its design and colours. They are no mansions, some are like cottages, one has vines on the wall and windows, while some reminds me of a painting. I spotted house number 5 and parked my car at the side.

I stepped out of the car to see a man waving at me at the door, he was standing on a walking stick and as he walked towards me, I noticed his awkward gait. And as he came closer, I noticed his face was slightly asymmetrical due to the disorder. I introduced myself and so did he, but I had a hard time understanding him because of his slurred speech.

For a moment, I felt very sad. Just a minute ago I was greeted by serenity and looking at the house I couldn't help but feel awe and envious of the people who own the house. I also had a mental picture of happy family in each house. Little did I know that behind each closed door, there may be a story. In this case, a story of a family that is affected by multiple sclerosis. I felt very sad for people who were affected by this disorder and see how their lives changes because of it, and to give up some many things. Not because they were willing to, they just had no choice, they were forced into it.

This particular gentleman was a psychologist before his diagnosis. He was made redundant after having this disorder, his young boys lost respect for him and his wife is no longer fond of him. Then, there are stories of a CEO, a teacher, a professor, a librarian, ... ...

It's time like this that made me think who am I to state that my life is shit.