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Written at Tuesday, May 19, 2009 | back to top


I don't know if I should like my new hair or not. I don't really know. Sometimes I like it because, well I think It fits my style or whatever you call it. But then again, after I took a shower, It was wet (of course) and it started to have that "fly away" look. And well.. that sucks.

It was May 15 when I got my hair cut. (I'm not quite sure about the date, though.) And It wasn't actually planned. I just accompanied tita Emma to the salon after I bought a new charger for my phone -- which is broken now, by the way. So she got her hair cut, and I think she dyed it too. And I was just sitting there at the salon, My mind's quarreling because 50% of me wants to get a hair cut, but the other half doesn't because i'm quite afraid of what it'll look like in the end. So I just remained silent there while listening to my iPod and evaluating the salon itself (It was a cool place, they act like professionals which is great, I think. Although I can't help but laugh because of this gay who keeps on flaunting his fake butt. LOL!)

The hair dresser that was assigned to do my Tita's hair looked at me and asked if I wanted to have a hair cut. I looked at my tita first for approval and she just nodded. So I had no choice left but to sit at the chair in front of the mirror.

When he was cutting my hair, I felt lonely at first because I thought that he's trimming down my long hair, but was surprised when he left my long hair at the back and just styled my hair in the front. It was called "layered" style, i think. I dunno.

So in the end, I was satisfied to see my hair. :) LOL. Haha, why am I even talking about this? Haha. Can't think of anything to blog about. Geez.

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