Working as a hairdresser isn’t an easy job at
all. I get orders from the clients, but then the orders are almost always too
vague. Otherwise, if they have a picture of the hairstyle they require, the
picture is almost always that of a very handsome or pretty celebrity. I am
quite sure that they won’t look like them even though they have the hair.
Anyways, there were two students who visited my hair salon last week. They both
put curses on me the day after I had services for them. I have no idea why they
don’t like me that much. Oh, I may know the reason for the girl who asked me to
shave her hair, though. She asked how much it costs to get a wig right after
she saw the mirror. The letter from the other is here. Hmm… why does this come
from “Shaolin Monastery?” I didn’t know that he was from China… Anyways, it
also says that his hair got bald too… Whatever, I did nothing to his scalp to
make his head bald. Strange things happen to me a lot these days, and I feel
very tired. Maybe I should take a nap for a while, asking for my friend to take
care of the shop.
Walking down the street, I met Yejoo, who used to be the “Queen Lion”
of the “KMLA jungle”. She used to call herself like that. She graduated early
for being such an excellent student, and did get double eyelids by plastic
surgery. I asked her if she was having great days, even though I expected so.
“Hey! How you doin’?”
“Um… Not so good, actually. “
I was kind of confused.
“How come? You have accomplished almost everything you wanted, haven’t
you?”
“How dare you say such thing? You don’t know anything about me, do
you?”
She seemed to be offended a bit. I know I was a little bit careless,
but was I that rude? Well, she walked away. A small letter slipped out of her
bag, but as I picked it up and called Yejoo, she was already gone.
I knew I shouldn’t read the letter; I knew that it is part of her
privacy, but I kind of got curious and also felt upset for her of showing such
irritation to me. Self-justifying myself, I opened up the letter. The letter
went:
Dear Jenny
Hey, Jenny. How's it going? Well, you see, I'm having a hard time, after that
"incident". I hope you're not in much despair as I am, cuz' I feel
like I'm living out the worst days of my life. I can see you wondering why I
have sent you letter, since I had never gave you any letters before. But, I had
to write my words in letter, because I won't be able to see you in the face
when I'm saying it to you. Jenny, despite all the time we have spent together
and all the love we have given each other, I think...I think..we should
breakup. I see neither hope nor future in our relationship anymore. You would
never know how it feels when the image of you and Mitchell snuggling together
punches my mind every second. It's just.. I just can't stand it anymore. I know
I still love you (although I don't know you have the same feeling), but I think
the time has come to say good bye.
I got the reason why Yejoo was so irritable. I kinda felt sorry for
her. I continued reading, now feeling even guilty.
‘Whoa,
this guy is such a scum,’ I thought. I then kinda got interested, and started
speaking ill of him. I kept going on.
Am I hurting
your feelings? If so, good cuz' you deserve to be hurt. You are such a selfish
creature. I know every human has selfishness in themselves, but they at least
try to pretend they care about other people. I love myself, but I tell you that
I love you for the sake of it. You were selfish not just in your mind, but with
your acts as well. You never show any effort to tell me you love me. Do you
even love me? Well, I'm starting doubt it. But then again, your answer to this
question is no longer important. You've lost your chance, and it's too late.
I
didn’t know this guy really much, but it did offend me too. No matter what, she
was “the Queen Yejoo” of the “KMLA jungle”. I decided to write a letter to him,
as if I were Yejoo. This might’ve worsened the situation, but I thought that it
couldn’t be worse than this situation where two people are about to break up?
It might be good if I wrote a very hard poem to him, containing very profound
meanings that would make him regret his decision. I started to write a poem
down. And this is what I sent to the man:
A
sky full of stars
Raise
thy flag high
Where
doth thy loyalty lie?
A
pigeon caress'd by
the
cold glance o’the night?
A
star
barely
visible
embedded
on the iris of thine eye?
When
thou findst life, dance!
Even
if thou dost not, still dance!
Dance
with thy flag,
Fly
with thy pigeon
For
when thou dancest
When
thou fliest
thou
shalt see that star
Alone,
I am obligèd to endure
To
fight for faith
oh so
fragile.
Dost
thou speak the truth?
Dost
thou speak o’the truth?
Dost
thou speak?
Dost
not. No need
Though
I am swayed
by
normal peace,
Oh,
innocent like a wolf wearing a sheep's skin
I
shall not go gentle with
the
abyss, the fall o’the star.
When
I face the deepest part of your eyes.
Opening
my windows,
I
got to swim somewhere
but
I could not find thee there.
I
endlessly searchèd for thee
However,
here your eyes are,
so
weary and flickering.
Hath
the travel been painstaking?
A
star
barely
visible
too
vague to light up the dark for thee
Brother,
raise thy flag high
where
doth thy loyalty lie?
It
lieth neither on the battlefield
nor
on the blood thou shedest.
Our
heart
until
the star regains its glory,
shall
be red
Go,
find, and fight to raise
the
flag in the end!
There
will be an unexplain'd force.
Thou
wilt be attracted.
The
loyalty will lead thee.
Take
its hand and fly
to
the brink of the universe.
Thou
shalt find it.
