I was browsing through folders of digital pics from our 2009 Hong Kong trip and got reminded about that day [27 July] when out of the blue, I decided to have my hair done in one of the many hair salons along the busy roads in Mong Kok.
Even months before that particular day, I was already pondering over and over again about getting a new look but whenever the thought crossed my mind, it felt like I was always at my wit's end. It was already past six in the evening when I snapped the decision of getting inside the Tress Hair Salon in Mong Kok and allow an expert to style my hair. The decision was so against the clock that evening but I gave it a go anyway.
At Tress Hair Salon ~~~ Me, my hair stylist and my fake smile. I was so sleepy at this time. It felt like I was getting a scalp massage. Zzzzzzz
It did not cost me, or rather Bebe, a pretty penny for my hair session. If I guessed it right, Bebe paid HKD150 including already the tip which was according to my knight in shining armor, way cheaper compared to prices here in Sweden.
Rethinking, that day has been the last time I've been to a professional hairstylist. Bebe keeps on telling me to set an appointment with one of the salons downtown. 'Will think about it later... and later... and later...