Sunday, October 26, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Hair Stylist
乜都唔諗﹐我又make appointment 預約佢。
其實﹐對我來講﹐hair saloon 收費貴或平係其次﹐最重要係地點就腳同個髮型師嘅態度。
近年來﹐我遇到咧位我最喜愛嘅髮型師,【Sean】。佢嘅skill 可能未能級得上Jantzen啲senior stylist好, 但佢嘅attitude, 係令我一次又一次再搵佢嘅原因。
畢竟﹐髮型師係種服務性行業﹐如果能夠做到:
1) 唔‘三八’ ﹐
2) 低調﹐
3) 又能分享顧客在乎嘅資訊(護髮﹐髮型, etc.) ﹐表現professional 啲,
4) 兼唔明顯approach sale﹐
5) 加上有一定嘅眼光﹐了解顧客styling 嘅limit, 就已經能留住顧客。
今次﹐佢幫我染嘅呢個色﹐真係好滿意。
如果你都去開個頭﹐搵Sean或者Kokwei.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Thursday, October 02, 2008
【Waters of March】
Waters of March
A stick, a stone,
It's the end of the road,
It's the rest of a stump,
It's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass,
It is life, it's the sun,
It is night, it is death,
It's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms,
A fox in the brush,
A knot in the wood,
The song of a thrush
The wood of the wind,
A cliff, a fall,
A scratch, a lump,
It is nothing at all
It's the wind blowing free,
It's the end of the slope,
It's a beam, it's a void,
It's a hunch, it's a hope
And the river bank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the end of the strain,
The joy in your heart
The foot, the ground,
The flesh and the bone,
The beat of the road,
A slingshot's stone
A fish, a flash,
A silvery glow,
A fight, a bet,
The range of a bow
The bed of the well,
The end of the line,
The dismay in the face,
It's a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike,
A point, a nail,
A drip, a drop,
The end of the tale
A truckload of bricks
in the soft morning light,
The shot of a gun
in the dead of the night
A mile, a must,
A thrust, a bump,
It's a girl, it's a rhyme,
It's a cold, it's the mumps
The plan of the house,
The body in bed,
And the car that got stuck,
It's the mud, it's the mud
A float, a drift,
A flight, a wing,
A hawk, a quail,
The promise of spring
And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart
A stick, a stone,
It's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump,
It's a little alone
A snake, a stick,
It is John, it is Joe,
It's a thorn in your hand
and a cut in your toe
A point, a grain,
A bee, a bite,
A blink, a buzzard,
A sudden stroke of night
A pin, a needle,
A sting, a pain,
A snail, a riddle,
A wasp, a stain
A pass in the mountains,
A horse and a mule,
In the distance the shelves
rode three shadows of blue
And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life
in your heart, in your heart
A stick, a stone,
The end of the road,
The rest of a stump,
A lonesome road
A sliver of glass,
A life, the sun,
A knife, a death,
The end of the run
And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the end of all strain,
It's the joy in your heart.