Each time going home, the one thing that I will not fail doing is having my haircut. For those not in the know, my mom cuts my hair. Yes, I've only cut my hair once in a salon. That was only because she wanted to see how skilled they are and sent me as the guinea pig =p

Anyway, I don't usually have problems with my fringe. I like to have fringe framing my face but not poking my eyes. So, I don't mind when she cuts it really short. But we always have disagreement when it comes to cutting the hair. I want to cut it the least possible...just enough to trim away the unhealthy ends. On the other had, she thinks that my hair is too long. In the end, there will be endless of "1 an inch", "No, 3 inches!", "Ok, fine. 2 inches."

The last holiday, I had a crazy idea of cutting my hair really short. But I chickened out last minute so 2 inches were trimmed off as decided instead. Maybe someday. Someday maybe I'll be just crazy enough to chop off my hair and let it grow all over again.

Maybe....