Welcome to 2006?
I once had long, straight hair.
Then I came to the philippines.
My hair was butchered by a hairdresser my first month here, but it grew back, I got it straightened again, and all seemed to be fine.
Then 2006 was fast approaching. Realizing it was almost exactly a year ago that I first started wearing my hair straight and in the same style, I decided to get something new for 2006.
So I talked to some of my friends from here, and they told me who the best stylist in Cebu is. A guy from Switzerland, who relocated here because of his wife and travels throughout Asia conducting hair seminars, etc. I thought I was safe. Sure, I was bringing in a picture of a Backstreet Boy as an example of what I wanted, but it was all fairly straightforward and I thought we had agreed on everything before he started cutting. He spoke perfect english. I thought I didn't have anything to worry about.
I have no idea what the cut is that I got, but it is DEFINITELY not the one that Nick Carter had in the picture I brought in. Nowhere near that. My stylist had the right idea in shape, but he went CRAZY with the scissors. I want my hair back! And it was the straightened part he took away too! All of it! I really am not sure what he did. I really am not sure what he was thinking. I don't care, I just want at least my bangs back. Or just half of them, please.
I know I will deal with this haircut. I mean, what else can I do? I bought some gel as at least putting that in it makes it look semi-stylish, but I feel as though I look like I'm in junior high. My friend from Singapore called me up to try to make me feel better (as she was present during my first hair-butchering experience), and it made me forget about it for a while, until I got off the phone and walked past a mirror and saw no hair.
I want my bangs back.
Happy New Year.
Hopefully my vacation tomorrow to that island with the tiny ass monkies (world's smallest, supposedly) will make me forget about all this. Oh, did I mention I am going with three men in their mid to late 30s, 2 of which are married. I wonder how crazy of a New Year's Eve that can be...
I don't mean to be so negative. I'm actually more in shock than I am angry, bitter, etc.
I just want my bangs back.
Then I came to the philippines.
My hair was butchered by a hairdresser my first month here, but it grew back, I got it straightened again, and all seemed to be fine.
Then 2006 was fast approaching. Realizing it was almost exactly a year ago that I first started wearing my hair straight and in the same style, I decided to get something new for 2006.
So I talked to some of my friends from here, and they told me who the best stylist in Cebu is. A guy from Switzerland, who relocated here because of his wife and travels throughout Asia conducting hair seminars, etc. I thought I was safe. Sure, I was bringing in a picture of a Backstreet Boy as an example of what I wanted, but it was all fairly straightforward and I thought we had agreed on everything before he started cutting. He spoke perfect english. I thought I didn't have anything to worry about.
I have no idea what the cut is that I got, but it is DEFINITELY not the one that Nick Carter had in the picture I brought in. Nowhere near that. My stylist had the right idea in shape, but he went CRAZY with the scissors. I want my hair back! And it was the straightened part he took away too! All of it! I really am not sure what he did. I really am not sure what he was thinking. I don't care, I just want at least my bangs back. Or just half of them, please.
I know I will deal with this haircut. I mean, what else can I do? I bought some gel as at least putting that in it makes it look semi-stylish, but I feel as though I look like I'm in junior high. My friend from Singapore called me up to try to make me feel better (as she was present during my first hair-butchering experience), and it made me forget about it for a while, until I got off the phone and walked past a mirror and saw no hair.
I want my bangs back.
Happy New Year.
Hopefully my vacation tomorrow to that island with the tiny ass monkies (world's smallest, supposedly) will make me forget about all this. Oh, did I mention I am going with three men in their mid to late 30s, 2 of which are married. I wonder how crazy of a New Year's Eve that can be...
I don't mean to be so negative. I'm actually more in shock than I am angry, bitter, etc.
I just want my bangs back.