Life of a Numbnut

AIYEEeeeeee....SNIFF SOB!

My most dreaded moment is when I am forced to go for a haircut. Will it turn out okay? Will I look like an aunty? Will I look cooler or worse than before? Fatter or thinner? Will I look strange? Besides that, I somehow like having my hair long. But when my hair starts dropping like cancer patient on chemotherapy, I know it is time to do something about it, especially when even a house with a pet dog has less fur on the floor than my hair on my house floor.

So, when mom asked me to cut my hair, I started behaving like a brat. I want NO ONE else but my usual hairstylist to cut my hair! I was slightly worried though. My usual hairstylist is now a famous hairstylist who does the KL Fashion Week’s models’ hair. I was sure that the price for a haircut would be expensive. I wasn’t wrong. I gave a hundred and was given back five as change. Besides that, since they have “big” clients now, does that mean that I have to make an appointment with her? Apparently yes. Her mom (also a hairstylist; my mom bumped into her before going to my hairstylist’s place) was nice enough to call up her daughter to book the 5 o’clock slot for me. It’s odd though, how her mom’s staff can remember me as “the girl with long hair”. Hmmmm...was I that bratty that they can remember me even though I have not gone to them for two years?

The hairstylist first snipped off half of my hair. That was probably the most painful and saddest moment of my life. The hairstylist questioned me after viewing the styles that I thought was suitable, “Are you ready for the big change?” I made a sad face and replied, “Yes...” 2 years (in terms of hair length) reduced to half in a second. *sniff sob*. The service was great like usual. Had a nice cup of tea to drink while they prepared my hair to be sheared, no, I mean cut and styled. I like the massaging and hair blasting part. Felt very refreshed after that. It only took the hairstylist about half an hour to forty five minutes to finish the whole process.

And so...


2 years....It took me two years...


All gone in half an hour!


The final result...

Was I satisfied? Yeah...at least I won't get my hair trapped in the seatbelt thing stuck to the side of the door (what you call that ah?), or stuck to the cellophane tape at office, or the files at office, yada yada...and also (although is hasn't happened recently) have part of my hair flying outside the car window because I wasn't aware that it was blown outside the window before winding it up. Most importantly, I won't get to scare people anymore. My aunt used to say that I looked like those Japanese horror movie female ghosts. Ah well, won't be using so much shampoo now.

My wallet's crying though. Heh.

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posted by Jonquina @ 9:28 PM