This is my face with my new hairstyle. I'm pretty sure that when more than 6 inches of your hair is slashed off your head, it accounts for a new hairstyle. Personally, i think that the difference is pretty significant, considering the fact that i was surrounded by mountains of my own hair (okay maybe i'm exaggerating but whatevs man) but i'm happy with it.
First of all, i no longer feel as if my head is going to tip towards the direction of where my hair is.
Second of all, i can turn my head without my hair slapping me in the face in return.
Lastly, i can announce my age to the world without them staring back at me in disbelief. (I'm young!!! Let me bask in my youth, dammit.)
If you guys are interested to know where i got my hair did, i'll leave the link to their website at the end of this passage. The name of the salon is called - Number76, which i think you guys would already be quite familiar with - considering the fact that the vast majority of malaysian bloggers (e.g, cheesie, chuckei etc) frequent it regularly and never fail to blog about it every single time. I don't blame them though. Number76 has incredibly good service and their staff are great at keeping their customers feeling comfortable without the residual awkwardness that usually strikes after a few moments of awkward silences. Definitely worth a second visit!
website: http://www.76style.com/
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Aside from the all the talk about aesthetics, I have been pretty occupied with planning for the future. As i've mentioned before in one of my previous posts, i will be going to America to further my studies and i guess i've been busy mentally prepping myself for it.
I've been thinking a lot lately, and i realized that i would be leaving behind many people, objects and places that hold a whole lot of sentimental value to me. I would be leaving my parents, best friends and relatives behind and i wouldn't be able to see them even if i wanted to. I knew this since the start of everything. I mean, it is simply a Fact with a capital 'F'. But... that thought never really sunk in... until now. My reaction towards it? Not the best. I've been extremely anxious and antsy, it's ridiculous! It affected me so much that it has been a great difficulty for me to even fall asleep at night - hence, the swollen panda eyes. (it sounds cute doesn't it? but trust me when i say fuck no.)
But with great effort, i overcame that paranoia and anxiety anyway. I guess the thing that left me at ease was the thought that i would have to go to America one way or another, and the only thing that would happen if i prolonged this decision would be the moment of when the anxiety kicks in. I would have to face this predicament one way or another, so why not now? I would be able to discover myself much sooner, so why not take a leap of faith and be a little more adventurous and spontaneous? Sure, the feeling of longing and home sickness would be inevitable, but i would cry, and i would get over it. I have faith that my emotional strength can handle at least that much.
Alright, i'll be ending this post right now before i continue babbling for another 4 more passages. I promised you guys that i would attempt to keep every post short and sweet, but hey, attempting does not come with guarantees! But, I do hope that it has been interesting or helpful to you somehow. My heart goes out to all of you who are stuck in the same predicament as i am. It may not be a big one, but a predicament nonetheless.
Thank you for reading! BAIIIIIIIIIII.
much love,
Cindy,
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