i lost my mala-goldilocks hair to a totally inept Singaporean stylist who either couldn't understand my proper unaccented English or had no idea what the hell she was doing.
from long, soft, curly hair down to bra length... TO short, perenially flying-away layered bob with the longest strand of hair stopping at the base of my neck. i guess this is what Singaporean stylists call "trim", which is equivalent to cutting half the length of hair.
2 out of 3 bad experiences is bad statistics. so i formally declare that I shall NEVER have another Singaporean stylist touch my fabulous hair ever again. EVER. i am not being racist. my deep disappointment is supported by statistics and heartache.
having said that, i shout: LONG LIVE PINOY stylists! Even the McDonalds-of-hairstylists-from David's Salon can make me happy. And they cost a fraction of what i spend here. I actually paid someone to make me feel bad. how ironic.
but as I am Pinoy thru and thru, i desperately seek for the silver lining in the dark horizon: it's amazing how a bad haircut can single-handedly put things in perspective. i cannot "control" my hair, BUT i can control my life. i've been feeling like my life is spinning out of control and i've been deliriously allowing myself to be spun around.
This has got to stop. And NO, im not pasting a photo of my bad haircut here.
[I need to buy a hairgrower that works. Seriously.]