
The constant 'I like it' phrase which came from most people at work did not bother nor remind me at all of the current condition which I found myself in.
The draft I can feel at my nape did reminded me.
I got a George Clooney-esqe haircut.
I just found myself in a mood for a haircut, especially when fall is near.
Unfortunately, I'm not anywhere near the top or bottom of the world to experience fall in late March. Therefore, I just got excited.
The salt-and-pepper hair look actually needs least maintenance compared to the amber shade and bob-like appearance of old one.
Even random strangers would notice the new look and some would actually say that it's better....
Bad thing about conformity is that nobody hates you but yourself.
Most of us experience the highlight of the new look episode after the trip from the hairdresser/barber. Things started to go wild while in the hairdresser.
I had to go to that partiular salon because of their coupon/add.
My hairstylist is obviously of Asian descent. With her strong accent she asked me what will it be.
I honestly can't blame her that she can't undertand much of english, I blame myself for not being a good orator that I claim to be. Instead of telling her to cut my hair 10 inches from the scalp, I just told her 10 inches that she mistook from the tip.
I just nodded at some of her questions because I surrendered to her on the account of our communication skills.
All hope was not lost. I have a new phone with better interactive options and a bigger screen and I can spell Geoge Clooney's name at the back of my hand.
All she said was ohhhh, some other statement and another one about not making up my mind.
All I could do was a sigh of relief.
as I saw my hair getting shorter, my face became foreign to me because it has been more than a year since I've been this short...