Cutting Scissors

I just had my hair cut – from waist length to shoulder length. That’s almost a foot of hair length gone!

After 2 minutes of discussing with the hairdresser the specifics of the hairstyle I want, the process began.
Immediately I saw at least 4 inches of bunches of hair falling to the floor.
I have never had a haircut that I didn’t feel like suing the salon as soon as I saw the final outcome (but of course, I didn’t sue, I just pay the bill and leave teary eyed; upon reaching home, I face the mirror and fix/trim my hair myself). Therefore, my mindset is always to expect the unexpected.

30 minutes and a few chit chats have passed; I still liked what I see on the mirror. So far, so good. Maybe for the first time in history I will leave the salon with a winning smile.

45 minutes and now the final touches are being done. A little trim here, a little trim there.
Then the hairdresser’s final words were: “ Uso to ngayon eh,” referring to my new hairstyle. I answered, “Talaga? Sino na ba may gantong buhok?” He (or she) answered: “Si Jennylyn Mercado.”
(For those of you who don’t know yet, I am one of the members of the Anti-Jennylyn Mercado movement. I have nothing against the ‘actress’ but I am just fond of bashing her having known some die hard fans who waste their time, energy, and money just to go stalk and worship her like she was someone perfect)

I almost laughed aloud but I managed to contain it into a sarcastic smile.

As history repeats itself, I paid the bill and left the salon, still confused whether it was a success or not.

An hour after, I noticed I didn’t like it anymore, I want it shorter. So I went straight to the salon nearby (a different one) and had it trimmed again.

What was the final outcome? Very ordinary, very me.
~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~ :~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~ Moral of the story: I don’t get satisfied that easily. Hehehehe.