How To Be A Single Girl 101 (Baka Girls #1) [Completed]

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Kasalukuyan akong naglilibot sa loob ng mall, gumagala. Actually, I was looking for that same shoes Doc Lee wore the night before. The one that I – unfortunately – thrown up with. Ilang mga stores na rin yung napuntahan ko pero wala talaga akong makitang ‘gaya ‘nun. Ang pangit naman kung ibabalik ko pa yun ‘diba? Nakita ko kasing iniwan niya yun sa ilalim ng couch. Kung paano siya nakauwi ng walang sapatos, yun ang hindi ko na alam. Although pinalinisan ko na naman ‘yun ng walang kahit konting trace ng dumi – or puke – nahihiya pa rin akong ibalik yun sa kanya.

Kung saan-saang banda na ako ng mall napadpad ng mahagip ng mga mata ko ang isang salon. Agad naman akong napahawak sa buhok kong talagang napakahaba na at simpleng nakaponytail lang. Nakakahiya mang sabihin pero may split-ends na rin. After nung tanning session (which turns out to be a horrible disaster) ay hindi na ulit ako napunta sa salon or kahit anong beauty store. Kahit manis and pedis wala na rin. Talagang napabayaan ko na yung sarili ko dahil sa letcheng Greg na yun.

Naisip ko din yung list na nasa loob ng bag ko kaya naman dali-dali akong nag-decide. It’s time to do the total make-over. Let’s start with the hair.

Pumasok ako sa loob ng naturang salon at agad naman akong na-entertain ng mga stylist doon. I even managed to get their best stylist.

“What do you want to do with your hair, honey?” Tamara (that’s the name I saw in her name tag) asked sweetly.

“Wait. Hold on a sec, will you? Can I use your restroom?” balik kong tanong sa kanya. Sa totoo lang nagdadalawang-isip ako sa gagawin ko. Greg loved my hair, gustong-gusto niyang mahaba yung buhok ko. Kaya naman I kept it long, nagpapa-trim na lang ako pag masyado na talaga siyang humahaba. For God’s sake, pati ba naman sa pagpapaputol ng buhok kailangan ko pang isipin ang hinayupak na yun?

I looked at myself in front of the mirror in the salon’s restroom. Looking at those hair that Greg loved, hindi ko na alam kung ano ang nangyari. Suddenly I couldn’t bear the weight of it dragging me down for another second. Without one more look at the girl with the long auburn-colored hair, I grabbed the first thing that my hand could get (a scissor) and hacked away at the ponytail, right under the hair tie. When I looked back in the mirror, I had a pair of scissors in one hand and a two-foot-long ponytail in the other.

“OH MY GOD! AHHHH.” I screamed at the top my lungs. I can’t believe what I just did. Ano bang pumasok sa isip ko at nagawa ko ito? Ba’t di ko na lang ipinaubaya kay Tamara or kahit kaninong stylist yung pagputol ng buhok ko? God, this is horrible.

And then I saw someone (Tamara) peeked through the door cautiously, “What? Is there something wrong?” she asked.

I held up both hands as the ponytail holder slipped out of my newly bobbed hair and hit the floor. My new do fluttered defiantly above my shoulders. And not in a good way.

“Oh sweet baby Jesus.” Tamara slapped her hand over her mouth, eyes a mirror of mine. Wide, confused and slightly insane. “What have you done?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered. “Have I gone mad?”

“It’s a bit Girl, but it’s fine. Nothing I can’t handle.” She said, reaching out for the scissors. “Why don’t you give me those scissors?”

“Does it look awful?” I know I shouldn’t ask such silly questions. I already knew the answer to that.

She just smiled at me and took the scissors and the poor ponytail out of my hand.

“I can’t go outside,” I said in a tiny voice. I was too afraid to touch it, in case it fell out. “I look like a boy. Oh god, I look like Justin Beiber.”

“He looks like a girl anyway,” Tamara just shrugged. “C’mon. Let’s fixed that beautiful hair of yours.”

 As soon as I sat in that chair I sitted awhile ago, I told her “I want a complete change. Do whatever you want.”

“Anything?” she stepped back from the mirror and smiled.

I nodded. “Anything. I just want to look good.”

“Oh, honey. One guess, break-up?”

I bit my lip and again, nodded.

“So color, cut, long, short?”

“I want to look completely different,” I said, catching her eyes in the mirror. “Just make me look different.”

“Oh, this is going to be fun.” Tamara can’t hardly control the joy in her voice.

One last look at what was left of my long, auburn-colored hair and I closed my eyes. “Yeah. It seems like everyone keeps telling me that.”

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It was another three and a half hour of sheer torture before Tamara managed to say something that made me smile.

“And you’re done!”

Tamara had managed to cover the mirror at my station until she decided she was finished. Given how much hair I’d lost already today, I had been a little alarmed to see chunks falling all around me, not to mention the variety of color processes that had been burning in my scalp. I wonder what had she done to my hair?

“Can I see it?” I asked, not sure if I actually wanted to though. If she pulled the towel off the mirror and my hair was purple, I was going to have to go the full Britney Spears way.Shaved head, trashing her car with an umbrella, barefoot eating Cheetos in the bathroom and everything.

“Ta-da!” she pulled away the towel with a flourish.

Whoah.

My almost waist-lenght hair had been replaced by a short, red bob that bounced around my chin. And the fringe.. I never had a fringe since I was a child but now there were there. Long, sweeping strands framing my eyes. My hair was red. Really, really red. Bloody red. I looked like someone else. And she looked amazing.

“No way!” I muttered, still can’t process the fact that I am now a red-head. Shit! I looked so pretty.

“Yes way.”  

“Oh my god,” I shrieked and leaped off my chair. In just a sec, I was already in her arms, hugging her. Thanking her. Kung hindi lang maraming tao baka nahalikan ko pa siya.

“You’re my fairy godmother. I soooooooo love you na talaga!” I can’t contain my joy, really really can’t contain it. I looked so fcking pretty.

“You’re welcome.” She smiled sweetly. Gosh, sana ganito lahat yung hairstylist. Yung may talent na nga, mabait pa. Yung ibang stylist kasi may talent nga, may attitude naman. She’s like an angel. A fairy godmother, indeed.

I walked out of the salon with my bloody red hair. I took a picture of me and sent it to the girls. My phone beeped and I immediately scanned through their texts.

Jasmin: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? YOU LOOK LIKE A FCKIN GODDESS!

Charlyn: Red suits well on you. You rock!

Ann: Shit, girl! You’re prettier than me naaa! I kennot believe it. You’re a seductress, you know!

Bee: Damn! I’m sure Doctor Lee will have a raging hard-on ‘pag nakita ka niyang ganyan. Wait! He’s here na. Toodles.

Aly: Riiiiiiiiiiight! Way to go, sister! That’s our Liz. This calls for a celebration.

Napangiti naman ako sa mga naging reaction nila. I feel so confident and different sa buhok ko. Basta may something nag-iba. Ito na ba talaga? Ito na ba yung feeling na alam mong you’re in the process of moving on na? Shit. It feels so amazing. I can’t wait to do the rest. Task number one and three? Checked!