My hair is long and I do not have the heart to cut it. I do not really know why. Maybe because my ichi-ban likes long hair. Wahaha.

This came to me when I tied my hair yesterday for a meeting and sensei commented how ‘kakkoii’ (Japanese equivalent of cool) I looked. Hahahaha.

DM: Ponytail

She was standing at the hallway, tying her hair in front of the mirror. She was running late and hastened as she frantically combs her hair. Once she was ready, she put on her best heels and smoothen her hair and jacket in front of the mirror.

“Ah, kami mo nagakatta ne,” said the ossan, hiding himself behind the wall.

“So desu ne. Jikan ga amari nai node, mada kiru ne,” she answered him, not looking at him as she dab some balm on her lips. “Doushite? Nagai kami ga suki jyanai no?”

“Un. You know, your hair is like a whip,” he said, sounding suspicious.

“And?”

“I wonder what it feels like to be whipped by your hair.”

“Satoshi, my hair is not for your DoM imagination…” she said cooly as she opened the door to head out. “Itteikimasu.”