I cried twice. Once before I left for the trip and once on the way back.
Don’t be mistaken, I had a great time in Korea, which stories I will tell in the upcoming entries. This one is about why I cried before and after..
Departure day. Like any ordinary person who is flying overseas in a few hours, I was doing my last minute packing. I had to get some supplies so I went down to the neighbourhood shops.
Passed by a salon and thought I could get a trim on my hair which was growing out abit. Here’s a recipe for disaster – I entered a salon that I don’t usually go (as the usual one was closed that day), when its main stylist/boss wasn’t even there. God I should have shoot myself there and then!
I told the staff I just wanna get a trim and I don’t want to cut it short. Two simple instructions. She must have heard it because she went on and snipped off a lengthy portion of hair off the left side of my face. At that point in time, everything was too late. I couldn’t decide whether to ask her to stop or to paste it back.
So there I was, sitting on a propped up chair watching myself get the most horrendous, most unethical haircut I have ever received, from a woman who should Never be allowed to use sissors. That’s when I couldn’t hold back the tears.
I got home and bawled my eyes out to my mum & sis, who being the sympathetic family members that they are, couldn’t stop laughing in my face. I wanted to laugh as well.. and cry at the same time. Two hours before going to the airport and I got to experienced my own Korean tragicomedy. Bloody timely.
In the end I had to pack additional hair gel and hard wax for the trip.
And to account for the Second time I turned on the water works.
I watched “Marley and Me“ as one of the inflight movies on the six hours flight back. Enough said.
I only want to add a sidenote that plane blankets do not make good replacements for kleenex.
Okay okay, I know I’m just a crybaby. =p
