"Wah, your hair texture is very good. I like. Can take color very well, and then still look so strong... Are you willing to color your hair?" So asked the stylist.
"Oh of course!"
"Bleach and everything?"
"Yeah, can lah."
"Are you willing to have your hair cut short?"
"Er... ...can lah, can lah."
Die. I don't know what I just said. All for four hundred bucks.
I have never been one to like my thick hair. Until I met my man Dean.
And now I also know.
Dean didn't lie to me.
She wrote down, in big caps, next to my name on the form, and I snuck a peek: "CAN USE!!!" =)
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