Haircut

Last week, I went to the salon to get a haircut. Not because I'm depressed or frustrated, nor was it because I just broke up with someone and wanted a fresh start. I just needed a haircut, plain and simple.

I went online to look at the different hairstyles I could choose from. I wanted to make sure that I still look human and not like some
"siopao with hair" (i am on the chubby side,so you understand my predicament).
When I got to the salon though, I was having second thoughts but then Emma, the hairstylist has already started cutting my hair.
Oh well, there's no turning back now. It's just hair anyway.

A couple of hairgels and blow dryers later, my stylist was done. I took a quick look at the mirror to assess the "damage" and to see if there was any need for damage control.
Not much has changed though, I still look like me only with shorter hair.

Ok, so maybe I was hoping that after the haircut i'd look a little bit like Charlize Theron-but then again thats too much wishful thinking or maybe a lot of plastic surgery.