Been confused since last Tuesday or Wednesday about confessing to my mom & my little sister about my decision to have a haircut, cutting my hair short, thin & layered instead of the planned long, layered & thin hairdo. I don't know why, but i was quite comfortable with short hair more than long hair, maybe because of those silly daydreams that i wish i had a hairdo like Dianna Agron or a cross between Vic Zhou & Alexandria Everett. But having a short, thin & layered hairdo is like i survived a Sgt. Greg Slaughter's Honorary Ateneans Boot Camp in Ateneo, if i want to live in the now than being trapped in a classroom full of my former classmates & teachers, telling me to accept that i have no sense of cooperation, that will be resulted in endless crying & suicidal tendencies. (During that time, my hair was long back then, crap, i never planned having a haircut during the whole Junior Year HS experience.) But now, the time has come for me to say goodbye to the hairdo my mom would rather have for me & say hello to the hairdo that i've been dreaming to have since the time i found out about Vic Zhou before Nico Salva. Hello to the days of the bedhead for girls.
I just missed on the short, thin & layered hairdo i donned the whole December 2010 after i got a haircut last November 30, right timing for the Christmas season. It was 2 Christmas days in the year 2009 & 2010 where i donned a short, thin & layered hairdo which i would do is to play it with either hair gel or hair clay to achieve the famous Vic Zhou bedhead. Sometimes, i would rather toss & turn while in bed, sleeping to achieve the bedhead. My favorite auntie thinks that i looked more of an Anime character than a loser from October 16, 2006. Let me admit, on October 16, 2006, i was the long-haired loser girl whose teacher confessed to everyone at class that i have no sense of cooperation. But now, in the present year, i will be the short, thin & layered haired girl who dons Vic Zhou's hairdo who is trying to seek revenge against my former classmates & teachers who killed my old self. But my favorite auntie told me not to seek a plan for revenge since they might forgot the day that almost the god of death took me away. If that day comes on having a haircut, i would beg mom to buy me a jar of the watermelon-scented styling putty, just as what i need to achieve a bedhead.
Take a deep breath, let the hairstylist do his/her tricks on cutting my hair short.
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