Sunday 17 May 2015

A crisis and a haircut

 STPM semester is in 2 days. I'm officially in YOLO mode for the past two days after breaking down and cried over how useless I am. Lol. Caught myself thinking about how it's all fine and dandy and I can always retake if I fail...again. Truth to be told I'm probably at the lowest point of my life now, a crisis. No I'm not going through poverty, No I'm not homeless, but I am lifeless. I don't have the drive to live anymore. I've put off so many things that I love , so many new experiences and lifestyles for so long that I don't even know who I am anymore. I've come to realise that I don't know what I like, what I dislike, what I'm good at. I can feel the life being sucked out of me slowly.   I've always thought it was fine the way my life was, till even a hairstylist could describe my whole life with me reluctantly admitting to every single question that confirms that I'm pretty much lifeless. 
I'm 19. I'm stuck at home. Confined by the walls that I've built around myself.So I went for a haircut since.. Idk that's what people do in movies right? Get a haircut after a break up. Except my boyfriend is imaginary and the area around my eyes are speckled with blotches of red ness (covered with make up of course) before I went out for a hair cut. 
 
  The lady in the shop led me to the chair of fortune. No one knows whether you'll walk out worse than before or better. I braced myself and sat down. A woman with brown mushroom hair tended to me and started by bestowing a towel upon my shoulder. She then started lathering my hair with some liquid from a seemingly deceiving ketchup bottle. After staring for a while and realizing that it be awkward if I continued staring through the mirror, I reached for the magazine in front of me and mechanically flipped through it. It felt like such a long time since I had the freedom to read magazines... Till...a man clad with white T and jeans stared on as the lady dried my hair. (Um this is awkward.maybe he'll go away after a while) To my horror, the man took the hairdryer away from her and ordered her away. Then came another dude to dry my rather atrocious hair. (And just got familiar with the lady...gosh.) the dude left and the white shirt guy reached for scissors and ...
 
Your hair is so thick!
Yep.genes. (The usual rants I get from EVERY HAIRSTYLIST IVE GONE TO)
But it's in a rather..terrible state.
Yeah,haven't had the time to tend to it.(Yep.someone just shoot me now)
So what do you want?
Short. How short can I go? Since it's already so Teribble. Might as well chop it off.
But it's such a shame. It's still healthy here and here. It's not that bad.I suggest it longer to frame your face too!
._. Um sure.okay then. Whatever you say.*so after staying quiet for some time he spoke up again*
Don't I look like a local?
Nope.Very Obviously not.
But why? I've managed to blend in quite well.
Your accent gave you away.
Is it that obvious?
Uh huh (trying not to move while he snipped my hair off)
He went quiet for a sec and I couldn't help but ask where he was from.
*laughs* why don't you guess?
Um.. Don't get mad.. Uh Taiwan?
Why would I get mad? Is Taiwan bad?*laughs*
(Shit nonono..) haha just had worse place in my head...like..
China. Im actually from China.
(Yep.china. I dare not say China since quite a few people get offended for being labeled as China Chinese. I don't know why so I didn't take the risk.) 
Oh really?
Yep.*continues raking my hair with a comb*
ah.. That explains. Your accent is very pleasant ( very attractive is what I meant hahaha)
Really?! Wow I have some good points after all.
(Hahaha um yeah.what do I say now. I must be such a weirdo for finding mainland Chinese accent to be dang attractive.)*a moment of silence for being a weirdo*
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 Don't you go out with friends? 
(Um..yeah like totally..how bout that time.wait no..but yeah that time we went..oh wait no..crap.) Not often..
Aren't people your age suppose to be hanging out and stuff?
I guess so..
So you stay at home and study/read?
Um..no..oh well.. Pretty much (read newspaper, articles and stuff)
But you're 19, got a boyfriend?
Nope.
Why not?
Why not indeed. Letting fate do its job.(problematic, commitment, time consuming)
A makeover and a bit of tidying up can do a much better job than fate. I'm sure loads of guys would fawn over you.
Well, I don't need bad fate and attract bad relationships.(My family brainwashed me to refrain from it after getting advise from some feng shui master)
You plan to be single forever?
No. *laughs* if I don't know how to study then I'll just get married (full of sarcasm.i know.But hey, he thought it was funny.)
Well aren't you a good girl.
.... (Just how do I respond god I can't even .. He's right. Shit.) 
Do you drink? (Of course I know he meant alcohol)
Yeah.lol.
Don't learn bad things. (As in don't do drugs etc)
Lol um sure.(now this is going nowhere )
So do you read manga?
Yep.(oh shit I got classified into otakus)
What manga? 
Just some of the popular ones.(Shit do I share any manga? If I admit it aren't I a real life otaku?)
You should take care of yourself more. Invest and have fun :) 

 --convo continues--
 Mostly he ranted on how terrible my hair was and laughed it off. Also gave me a pep talk on HAHAHAHA ...being attractive.

I listened. Regardless of the contents since
1st. His accent was music to my ears. (There's just something about mainland Chinese accent that's so... Rounded? Idk.)
2nd. Free advice. WOO HOO.

Generally felt better after the hair cut. I sincerely deeply appreciate the work he had done on my "teribble hair" and the pep talk. It was overall a pleasant experience. I suppose this is why people get a haircut after some emotional breakdown. It's soothing in some way. The massages and having two people tending to your hair is bliss. 
  Definitely would go back for a hair treatment soon. (Haha so I could maybe hear him talk. Gosh that accent) 
   
   Maybe I shouldn't give up on exams just yet. Maybe I should try my best. And who knows, I might actually get some results. But I guess I'll try and get through exams. Then take the advice and start taking care of myself as a 19 year old, not a grandma with 15 cats at home. 
I promise to dedicate enough time to take care of my body and my soul ..after exams. And perhaps really live after so long. :) 
  And to the hairstylist. Thank you ;)



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