All hairdressers need to learn one thing.

THE HAIR IS NOT YOURS TO EXPLOIT!

That's right. You don't have to live with it until it grows to a socially accepted length. You don't have to stare at it with dismay every morning. You don't have to seek for a nonexistent solution to make it look presentable enough to be seen in public.

So when your client says she wants it SHORTER and not SHORT, just listen!

Thanks to my impulse need to get rid of the chunk of my hay-like hair that was handing at the end, and also my desperate need to steer away from another school-girl bangs I had been sporting for 3 years, I decided to visit a hairdresser.

I flipped through their Japanese look book, found one that least resembled a Harajuku cosplay freak and pointed to my flaming hairdresser who thought it was fabulous.

Upon noticing his overly excited creative jitter, I told him, "Nothing too drastic na P'. Like the look but longer. OK?"

Okay okay he murmered. That was when he grabbed a handful of my hair, whipped out his trusty scisscors and CHOPPED the bundle off!

My life flashed before my eyes and my soul started to cry in agony inside. It felt like I had just lost a limp.

At least I don't look like a Harajuku skank but rather her knitting, flower arranging mother.

OK it's not that bad. But having been sporting the hair that dropped down to my waist for years, it's painful to see that it now rests only on my shoulders.

Oh well. Guess it's time for the hat to start being useful.

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