I Cried Because I Had No Shoes, Until I Met A Man Who Had No Feet

Joanne Choo from A Cut Above with her midas touch is the only person I allow to cut my hair.

This morning, I decided to blow dry my long curls by wrapping sections of my hair around a round brush. To my dismay, my attempt to unwrap one section failed. No amount of tugging and pulling did any good as I stared at my reflection, comical as it may appear, with a hairbrush hanging tightly to one section of my head. Panicking, I ran to the bathroom and applied a large amount of shampoo and conditioner to loosen its hold. That didn’t work either. I contemplated taking time off from work to run to Joanne Choo to have my problem rectified, but the idea of walking in Midvalley with a hairbrush in my head seemed too ridiculous.

There was only one thing that I could do. I picked up a gleaming pair of scissors, and with tears dripping down my face….

….I snipped off that entire section of hair.

That marked the beginning of the worst day of the month. I had encounters with bad drivers, traffic jams and made wrong judgements.

In a moment of self-pity, I let out my frustrations on a friend, only to find out that my friend was going through something 10 times worse. I felt like an idiot.

I guess I have to be thankful that I still have 90% of my hair on my head.