a girl's weapon.

"I perceived, of course, the drift of my interlocutor.
Jealousy
had got hold of him: she stung him; but the sting was salutary: it gave him respite from the gnawing fang of melancholy. I would not, therefore, immediately charm the snake."

- Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte


Melancholy.
Nov 20, 2010 @ 11/20/2010


*SIGHS* 
My hair. *Sniffs* 
My gorgeous not-so-long hair.

GONE! 

Now I need to wait til it grows longer, AGAIN. Why can't my hair grow rapidly fast like guys do? D':

Sometimes, I don't like going to the saloon and cut my hair. Why?
The hair stylist pisses me off. Like how?

They talk cock, saying that,
Oh, your hair is not suitable like this.
Not really nice lah. You must cut like this.
They say it'll look nice but it ended up like a piece of damaged shit.
When I say cut like this then cut lah, why must you talk back? It's my hair, not yours. I get to decide on how to cut it. And you're responsible to cut it as I told you. Dumbass.

I totally hate it when they just snap the hair without the customer's permission. They don't listen, at all! They think they're "styling" the hair like a "pro". I doubt that. 

That's it. I'm so going back to my mom's friend's saloon whenever I need a haircut. A nice one. She knows my taste. (: I'm saving up money for my hair to get straighten again, but now I really need some long and fake hair to stick it on my hair. ):


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