Yesterday, because my COD game was cancelled, I decided to have a haircut. Since people from so many different parties, which includes a lot of mums, are not fond with my eccentric hairstyle. I had to agree that it was ugly. Plus, it was interrupting my basketball game where I have to “Beiber Hair Flip” everytime I want to shoot the ball.
So I forced my friend, Philo to come along with me and went to the saloon.
Barber : Cut it short?
Me : Nah. Just make me look a little less like ‘orang gila’ in public and hopefully keep the mums from complaining so much about my hairstyle.
Barber : So just a layer?
Me : Yes. Oh. Please keep it long. I still want to tie my hair.
So it took her less than 10 minutes to cut my hair and the barber admired my natural curl, although it was just a compliment to ensure my return to that place in the near future. And of course, I like being fed with compliments, so I ignored the fact that it was a business strategy. We need the love too, right?
Anyway, once she was done. I stood up, looked myself in the mirror and said,
“Shit. There’s not much of a different and this is gonna cost me 12 bucks. Oh, what the hell. At least I can still do the Beiber Flip.”
I went home. And it took me an hour to convince my family members that I did go the saloon.