Mother threw a hissy fit on why I should go back to my old hairstylist in Kajang who's been doing my hair since 10. So to appease her, I went along with her about 2 hours before my appointment time.
Not that I have anything against her, but something tells me that a home-operating hairstylist whose customers mostly compromise of old aunties & homemakers would not have the colour I want.
Parked outside her house. Heart beating fast
Went into the hairstyling room anticipation,
fear
"Do you have this colour?" The moment of life &
death
"Nah, it's not popular in my salon.." Victory!!!
Quick! Hide that triumphant smile before she sees it!
Oh, no...too late. She caught it. Wow, what a scowl.
:P
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