HAIR, that is.

Yups, I did. Two days before I got back to subang. In which I learnt: NEVER cut your hair a few days before going back to school. So that if you hate it, it still has a week to grow.

WHAT? Seriously. I so should have gotten my hair cut the minute I went back to kch. So it would have had about 2 weeks to grow. =_=”

But I just HAD to get it cut 2 days before coming back to subang. And it’s not like I asked the lady to shave my hair off ok.

Replay of the scene:

Lady who cuts my hair (lets call her lady) : How do you want to cut your hair? Like last time?

Me: NO! (cos for those of you who remembered my last hairstyle esp when I JUST got it cut, it was the let’s-leave-the-front-longer-and-use-a-shaver/razor-to-shave-off-ALL-your-back-hair style. NIGHTMARE.)

*was quietly thanking God my hair grew long already*

Me: Just layer and cut the fringe a little bit shorter. Don’t cut short. *smile*

Lady: Ok. *smile*

Lady took out comb, started combing my hair flat. Took out scissors and began snipping. My eyes were closed the entire time. Halfway through, she stopped and went off to do something with some old lady’s hair.

Man, I tell you, that old lady’s hair like damn cool. It’s like all super small n tight curls and the lady who was cutting my hair was trimming it. Looked down at the floor and saw old lady’s curls which looks exactly like uncooked Maggi.

Looked at mirror and was thinking “Whoa. First time I get a hair cut and NOT want to swallow pills after!” Was all jolly inside. Even my fringe lookED cool.

AND THEN lady came back, picked up scissors and continued cutting my hair. Was thinking “Finishing touches, ey?” So let her cut. Then suddenly felt my hair touching my cheek. NOT A GOOD SIGN.

Didn’t dare open my eyes. Was praying really really hard it would look ok.

Lady: Ok. *smiles*

She picked up mirror, stood behind me.

Took one look at myself.

Me: *most unimaginable monkiest face* *NO smile*

Lady: Ok. *smiles*

Me: *died*

Heck. The second I saw myself, I felt like balls just sprouted between my legs and I had a HUGE urge to scratch it.

My mum was hiding behind a magazine and popped her head out to say “I’m not involved.”

Officially declared to my mum:

“Mummy, from now on, tell people you have an eldest son.”

Gawd.