THE BIG BIG BAAANG!

I remember about how Summer (of 500 days of Summer) loves her hair and how easily she could cut it. I guess I could relate to that – though in a slightly different way. I mean, I love my bangs. I love it so much that I do not let others cut it for me. And, whenever I feel like it already needs a bit style and swag, I get the scissors (and oh yes, I pronounced SCISSORS inside my head as “is-kiy-zors”) and click click click – just like that. Tadaa! SWAG. 

:D 

At first, I thought, how can she love her hair if she could cut and let go of it that easy? I never understood it until one day – yes, that cliché of starting a story with “One day” – when I was about to cut my bangs, I pictured Summer cutting her hair. Not that I look like her, only that something inside my brain was mechanically activating different parts and it somehow touched that part that carried that scene (oooh complex!) So there. Cut cut cut..and cutting my bangs does not mean getting rid of it. It only means I care too much that I want it to look cool..that I want it to look just like how I want it to xD Maybe that was what Summer was thinking about. 

Hmmm how about you?

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