everyone in my family which includes only my mother and my sister were most of the time oblivious to the result of having my hair to be trimmed by the same stylist - that we both looked the same. it was cute aside from the fact that my hairstyle looked like a middle-aged aunty.
my mother finally realised that something was a bit wrong when we went to shop for a watch. the chinese uncle suggested that i wear a pink mickey mouse watch with fake diamond finishing because he thought i was a 9 year old girl. soon after, she began sending me to a proper barber whom i still go to when i'm back in town these days.
my barber back home in perak is not as rugged as he was before although he still has his moustache strategically connected to his goatee and a gold earring not because he's gay but he thinks it makes him look like he is from the hood.
anyway.
when i first got myself under the spotlight, some people thought that i look a lot like man belon. here is a photo of man belon.
you see. what other people think about you, is only as good as the weather report. weather reports are useless most of the time but when the weather counts, which means you need to weigh your options - weather report can be important as a guide, not the best guide but something you could start with. what matters is you tune in to the right channel cause some channels are plain dumb.
tuning to the wrong channel could potentially ruin your wonderful sunday picnic.
cheers!
