I had been pestered to get a haircut by almost everyone I met....my dad...mom...even some NIE schoolmates. Granted. My hair do looked like some mash of dry grass with a little nerdy front parting to top it off. I have to confess....I am easily influenced by the things the people around me tend to advocate. So much for trying to portray a Strong will of preserving my style.
Anyway...the lady boss at the hair saloon was surprisingly in a chirpy mood and had offered to cut my hair.....usually it would be left to her "underlings"...afterall...I'm just a patron who's here for his regular haircut and would never pay any other hair treatment/services beyond the basic $10. Well....the cut went well...or at least I think....I estimated it took less than 10 minutes though. But it was what she said after finishing cutting/trimming...It was supposed to be in mandarin but I tried to translate it the way as I remembered...
Auntie: Xiao Di (literally: little brother)...I've cut your back according to layers....
Me: Orh....okok....(prepares to dismount from the chair and reached for my wallet)
Auntie: Wait....(with a quirky glint in her eye)...shall I style it for you ??
Me:( Blur smile)
I think she rampage through her jar of clay/gel/I don't know what..and started tussling and pulling my hair in all sorts of direction whilst in the midst dispensing tips on how to style and make my hair look less "obiang". For once...I peered into the mirror and thought I looked kind of trendy....albeit the effect didn't last long or at least the last of my "gravity-defying strands of hair" never stood again beyond me crossing the road home. The gust of wind sure showed no mercy in spoiling my one moment of actually looking less like a dork. Anyway...I'm back being me again...perhaps I should try styling it someday on my own....but then again being a couch potato....maybe not.
The 1 week school break has just begun and I'm really looking forward to it...I'm really tired. As like all school holidays....it always seem more like a time to catch up on assignments and preparation for tests...an all too familiar feeling of deja vu.
Though I know I'm not the only one in this predicament, it always seem I can never break out from such a cycle.....or perhaps I had already accepted it as part of life.
