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I am so sick of my long rebonded straight and frankly not "me" hair so I made up my mind and decided last month that I'm gonna cut it this month--in time for Christmas, New Year and next January's Chinese New Year.
Told mom that few weeks ago and she just nodded. Didn't even put up a fight this time. Said I would just go even if she said no anyway--which I will, obviously. :P
Thinking back, the last time I cut my hair short was early this year. Before Chinese New Year. So that's almost 1 year's worth of growth from somewhere around the ear to the shoulder blades.
Keywords for haircut this time are short, stylish, layered, not butch, not girly, not bob.
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Hairy business
So yesterday, while out for dinner with zaid, I popped by Wisma Atrium's Isetan basement where ICON by Shunji Matsuo is and asked if I need an appointment for a haircut. Guy at the counter didn't answer my question and asked me if I wanna cut it now. I said tomorrow (which in chronological term means today) and he asked me what time. Sounds suspiciously like making an appointment to me but I gave him a time. Then he asked if I'm just cutting or if I wanna do other stuff to my hair and I said just cutting it. And we're set.
2.30pm. Half an hour after my appointment. I arrived back at the place and got ushered in to an empty seat. Had to evacuate that seat less than 5 minutes in because someone else was originally at that seat. Alright. Had to wait another 15 minutes before anyone bothered to tend to me but that's okay. I'm late, they're busy, I'll be patient. *deep zen breaths* Flipped through a 2 month old Her World, saw some pretty pictures, read some interesting article about how girls should react to her man's weird kink--which isn't really weird at all imo. I can come up with weirder kinks and my man will be the one who will benefit from *that* article instead. There's some hot tea for me while I wait but I'm rubbish at drinking hot stuff while it's hot so I'd just left it there to cool a bit.
Anyway, finally my stylist for the day Katlyn came over and after plucking at a few strands of my dull boring hair, she asked me if I'm cutting it short instead of just trimming. I said yea and she warned me about how my hair will be poofy and hard to manage again coz of my natural wavy locks. Really impressed by her observation skills, I have to say but I just shrugged and said "that's okay. I'm sick of straight hair." So she looped off about 4 inches of my hair and told me to wait for someone else to wash it while she went away--clutching my bunch of recently chopped 4 inch hair. Kim Jong Il better be grateful for it.
The girl who washed my hair was rather good at it. She didn't tangle strands of hair on the 4 earrings on my left ear, she didn't scrap my scalp off with her fingernails and everything sounds like how they should sound like in dry land after she's done with me--as opposed to underwater after some newbie hairdresser got water in your ear. She commented about how thick my hair was as her usual one pump of the shampoo bottle wasn't enough to wash it. Even after getting 4 inches looped off. I replied with how long it took for it to dry off and we had a lil bit of chat on how I dry my hair off--naturally of course. I'm too lazy to break out and plug in the hairdryer.
Went back to the seat and after another 5 minutes of waiting, Katlyn is back and she got to work fast. As hair fell around me at a rapid pace, I tried to imagine what I'd look like after she's done while sipping my warm tea. Amazing feat, drinking tea while your stylist cuts your hair. I had enough sense to not drink it while she cut my fringe. Lol... Made some small talk about the length of my hair I usually keep. There's a pattern. I cut it, it grows out long, I cut it again. The last time I cut it, it was because my hair got really out of hand. I didn't bother cutting or trimming it for almost 3 years (couldn't find the time really). Practically a cave(wo)man then. Enough people had asked/told me to do something about it so I did. Lol... I loved those waves though. Looks wonderful from behind. Not so much everywhere else.
Although she's real quick with her scissors, she'd taken the time to tell me what she'll be doing next--cut the back, trim the sides, cut the fringe after hair's blown dry, styling with wax etc. Just as she's done, she quipped "Shed 0.5kg right there. Feeling lightheaded yet?" and I grinned. I like how this is shaping up. She gave me some pointers on how to style it and when I complained about how my hair will poof out the side but not the top if I don't use any hair products, she said "that's why I'd thinned down the sides more and poof up the top for you". Ooo... She also suggested I could come back next time to dye my hair to bring out the layers more and we're done! Didn't even try to push some hair product on me!! All over in one and a half hours.
So despite my initial feeling of "being absolutely pampered" and "loved" and "well cared for", I'm rather happy with everything.
Keywords that can be used to describe my new hair style: short,
4.5 out of 6 is a pass in most countries.
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Back home...
After I got to grandma's house, grandma thought I'd tied up my hair when I first walk through the door. She was peering at the back of my head for a full minute before she believed I'd really cut it all and it wasn't her eyes playing tricks on her. She also asked why I didn't keep the bunch of hair they cut but since I didn't tell them it's for Donald Trump, I just told her to wait another year for it to grow and I'll remember to keep that bunch when I'm sick of my hair this time next year. :P
One uncle asked who'd upset me that much to make me go do such a drastic change. To which I replied humorously (but truthfully) that people had guessed my age to be 24 and 26. Not flattering when I'm younger than that. I blamed the auntie hair.
Another one said I look butch. No arguments there.
Another another one said I look like Stephanie Sun. To which I replied with a "I'm not skinny enough" and gained a few laughs.
My funky aunt came in and the first thing she exclaimed was "OMG fugly!" Lol!! Thought she would like this but apparently not. She said the back of my head was flat but that could be because I'd leaned against the wall on the train back and the back got flattened.
Bro didn't like it either. Said I'd leapt from auntie hair to veteran butch hair--to which I replied I'd rather have veteran butch hair than auntie hair. He never liked any of my haircuts because, well, it's me--his sister. Of course he's gonna diss me for it. =3 He'd always preferred girls with long hair. Since kindergarten! He wouldn't admit it of course but we all know he does. ;)
Dad had expressed his thought on my radical snips few years ago so he didn't comment on it now. Here's what he said those years ago.
Dad: As long as you don't go shave it all off (implying nunhood), I'm fine with anything.
Mom commented that this is the first time I came back from the saloon without complaining. =3 She also said I look like a boy and that when I said I wanna cut my hair, she's thought I'm gonna trim it a bit. Maybe snip off a few inches. She'd never thought I'd cut it so short. Lol! Obviously, she didn't like it because she subscribes to the old school train of thought of "girls must be fair-skinned and have long hair". Like her. I'm enjoying the tan I got from going on-site and the newly-shed 0.5kg of extra weight just by going under a pair of scissors.
I can't say I'm bothered by mom's non-approval because we never seen eye to eye. What she likes, I don't like. What I don't like, she likes. *pause* Except for sardines and passion fruit bubble tea. We love those.
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