My worst nightmare

It's tough being a gal! There were times when I wished I wasn't a gal... And yet, if I sit down and ponder...I realize how much I enjoy being one...most of the time. I enjoy dressing up...wearing pretty dresses...shopping with my mum...having soft toys (the non furry type)... Most of which boys can't or won't do. :)

Just that day...on the 3rd of January...a most embarrassing thing happened. I guess I can say it was the first one for 2007 and you bet there're more to come as I'm very prone to these things. Hehe. Aunty Ivy had recommended an Indian lady to fix my eyebrows...saying she was very skillful at it...having learnt her skills from India. Here, I would like to make a note that my eyebrows are very bushy...and are considered very unfashionable. (Is there such a word?) Boy...if I had a wish at that time...guess it would be to make bushy eyebrows the fashion! ;P

And so...on the said date...my mum took me to see the lady to fix both our "bai bai mo". We both sat there as she attended to another customer. With just one thread...she shaped the once bushy eyebrows into two graceful curves...changing the look of the customer's face totally. My mother pointed out how radiant her face looked after fixing her eyebrows.

After she was done, it was our turn. I was more than glad to let my mother go first as I looked on...being very much afraid of the pain. The lady twisted the thread in her fingers and skillfully started shaping my mum's eyebrows. My mum asked her if the thread was shaving the hair or pulling them out of their roots. Her reply simply scared the wits out of me!!! She was not pulling one at a time but a few all at once!!! (and it looked like 10 at a time) She said, "Pulling them out of their roots. Every single one of them. This makes them grow slower." Mum said it hurt just a wee bit. But I thought to myself, "She has so few hair on her eyebrow... Mine are so...hairy...maybe three times more so... That makes it three times more painful!!"

I really felt like backing out of this. What had made me agree to come here? Oh my goodness...now I'm in for it... I couldn't refuse her when she asked me to sit down. I tried to look as calm as possible outside. But inside...I was panicking!!! She started pulling the hair above my eyebrow. It wasn't that painful...much to my relieve. :) However, when she started on the hair below my eyebrow...oh my...was it painful!!!!! She asked me to hold my eyelid shut....one hand above..and one hand below...pulling my eyelid shut tightly so that she could pull out the hair on my eyelid. That part was real painful and I was glad that she got so many phone calls in between...allowing me to take a breath every now and then.

At one time she got to a part of my eyelid that hurt terribly. I opened my eyes and implored to her that I did not want to continue anymore. Shaking my head over and over again...I said,"Don't want dy...don't want dy..." But she firmly answered, "Want"...and continued the pulling. That was the breaking point. My tears rolled down my cheeks despite all my effort of holding them back. (For those who know me well enough...it's extremely hard for me to stop crying once I've started). And so I started sobbing and sobbing. Fortunately for me...it was soon over.

And now, every time someone gives me a complement on my eyebrow...I smile sheepishly...remembering the trouble I had gone thru for all that... I hate to think that I will have to do it again. Going into that Indian lady's house would be my worst nightmare ever. I can imagine her coming to me with a long white thread ready to pull out all my hair!!! And to think that she does pull out hair above the lips too! That must hurt even more terribly!!!

Ohhhh...when will bushy eyebrows come into fashion? ;P