It just dawned on me that i haven't blogged about my new haircut! well...i went to the salon last friday with kim and had 11 inches of my dried out/permed hair cut off. i now have a quite boyish cut. it's the shortest cut i've had yet and at first, i really wasn't too sure about how i felt about it. maybe it's because i wasn't used to looking at myself without the wavy locks that i've had for months. i should have kept my hair for a bit longer seeing as i did spend $ 150 on my perm just this june. but it was so dried out and damaged at the ends (i colored my hair after my perm too)! and my hair kept falling out after every shower! i think i was losing just as much hair as an old lady. so i decided it was time to cut it off. and yes, i did try to donate it but people told me they don't accept permed/layered hair for some reason. i should look into that some more. i'm going to grow my hair out again. last time i cut it short, it took me 2.5 years to grow it out to its previous length. i probably won't leave it that long again but i will definitely grow it out. i kind of miss my long hair already. nothing keeps my neck warm anymore! except for scarves. i should go get some more scarves :)
my haircut totaled $ 35 and i gave $ 6 tip (grand total = $ 41). i think it was a decent price seeing as kim only cut off some of her hair and got layers for the same $ 35. i think jin mi gave me a discount. oh, the salon is called Kim Sun Young (check it out on yelp, it gets plenty of good reviews albeit more pricey than the average Vietnamese hair salons). i took phuong here before too and she had her hair colored. i think the cuts and perms are more worth it though because a short hair dye job is around $ 80. you should just go get the dyes at target or something and have someone with good hands do it for you. my sister did it for me last time and it turned out great. the only time i had my hair dyed in a salon was when i was in Japan. even the Japanese stylist commented on how well my dye job was done. my sister really has great hands when it comes to hair/makeup. i'm just lucky :)
anyway, as you can tell, i'm in a much happier mood today. i think it has to do with the last two dreams i've had. i'll start with the first one which came yesterday night.
so i was back in college, in a dorm. i think it was stern but for some reason, i was in a guy's room. and two guys were sharing the top bunk (stop being dirty!). and for some reason, i joined them...haha (stop it! nothing gross, just layiing!). then the guy in the middle turned over to hug me. and it gave me a really warm feeling. it was as though he was protecting me from his friend. i won't reveal their names because people might think i'm crazy/a stalker. but i've had dreams about the guy in the middle before and they have always cheered me up for some reason. so he turns over to protect/hold me and at this moment, i felt as though he has answered how i felt about him and i was really happy. then comes a scene where we're holding hands or something. but i'm not sure where. i was just really happy and content and he would look at me with loving eyes. i'm sure the dream consisted of other things but i've forgotten most of them already. that's it. but it was enough to leave me in a happy mood.
now the second dream. i just had it so i remember more of the details. and it was a really detailed dream.
so my sisters, mom and i were visiting japan. we came and stayed at someone's house (someone we knew, apparently). then there was another mother-daughter pair who was from korea. they were also staying at the house and we became friends. we all went to visit the famous landmarks and stuff. i even showed my mom fuji san. then we had to go home and the korean people told us to come visit them (in korea? i'm not sure). then it turned scary. we were in a morgue and we had to attack some people to find a way out or protect something. i'm not too sure but it was scary and exciting. i think we won at the end but i don't remember the details. wow, it was such a vivid dream. but now that i think about it, the details come from the images of my surrounding. like i could so clearly see the scenary around me, the dirt and mountains. and how the morgue was gloomy, cast in a purplish/fuscia hue. it was strange.
i wonder what freud would say about these dreams. the return of the repressed? the fact that i keep having dreams about that guy should say something. personally, i think it's a way my mind comforts me. same with happy dreams of my mom. i guess i've had a rough couple of weeks, nearing my brink of control. i'm a really unemotional person when it comes to family and it is in family that i get frustrated a lot of the time. i think my dreams bring me the emotional comfort that is lacking in my familial life. maybe in the social realm as well. i'm not too sure. but i'm really glad i had these dreams. they felt nice.
okay, this blog has gotten way too long. i try to keep things short and simple but they don't convey my feelings very well. once in a while, i let myself have go off and talk about everything. yay. thanks for reading :)
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