i hate salons.
god knows why.
probably due to the fact that people go in the way they are and come out differently. freaky.
or maybe because of the immense pressure and tension i feel when im there.
or is it because i dont like total strangers touching my hair.
anyway whatever the reason, IM GOING THERE LATER!!! x.x
sigh. if only i can fix my hair without the need of going there...
okay, all these misgivings are due to "incidents" that happened in the past.
like the time when i asked to cut my fringe and they cut it so short i could barely SEE my fringe..
horror...total horror...
it was months before i grew it out.
and then...
my fringe grew long and i went back to the same place to fix it..
AND THE SAME BLARDY THING HAPPENED AGAIN X.X
(why god, why meeeeeeee)
so as a conclusion i tool one year of humiliation for me to get blardy wits and stop people before they cut my fringe too short.
and also asking too many questions before people cut my hair to make sure they know and they've memorized clearly what i want. =)
which is why sistah is going with me today.
*HINT: always get people to go with you to salons =)
she wants to cut her hair to shoulder length. clasic bob. will tell later how ugly she looks.
HAHAHAH!!!
CHEERS,
eve.
*fingers crossed
