I was desperately in need of a haircut cos the ends were flying everywhere.
After waiting for so long, my mum and sis are finally free to go with me.

Haircuts are luxurious past times. It's refreshing and there's always a little surprise waiting for you at the end of the whole session. Trimming doesn't count though.
So, I was excited when the hair stylist told me he's going to change my hairstyle, but he's not going to say what he's going to cut for me. I should just wait till the end. And yes, I was satisfied with everything. The hairstyle, the hair wash and the blowing.

Until when he said he thinks I'd look good with fringe and asked if I wanted fringe. I so regretted saying anything. Because, by saying fringe, he meant BANGS. I hate bangs.
From my original demure ladylike hairstyle, he gave me a funky fashionista hairdo and then the ugly boyish bangy hairstyle. ):

Next week, I'd be going for my PRU camp and Mauritius trip, which means photos and more photos WITH my boyish hairstyle.
Mum and sis like the way he cut it for me, but whenever I look into the mirror, I fail to recognise myself.

I want fast growing hair! So that I can go for many many haircuts and little little time to wallow in my own sorrow after a lousy one.