after ten breathless days, i treated myself to a haircut at a salon near my place cos i couldnt afford the time to go anywhere further than that.
i love getting my hair cut, partly because the hair-dresser always surprises me. usually i would step into the salon with an idea of what i would like my hair to be, but the end-product has never once tallied with the image that i had initially. sometimes it is better than i expect, and unfortunately, most of the time it isnt. but in the process, i get the pleasure of watching the burdensome locks and its split-ends fall to the ground, making my head lighter than before.
i think i can do better with less weight.
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