you go out of the hairsalon looking like a million dollars. heads turn as you walk down orchard road. you feel damn happy. and so you decide to immortalize that whole outta-salon-hair by taking photos. not just normal photos, but the kind where the shop will touch up for you okay? flawless skin and all. so yes. you're still happy.

the day after, you wake up, hair looking like some birdnest misplaced from burkina faso. but you think it's okay, that outta-salon-hair is achievable. so you bathe and blow dry your hair the same way your stylist did it. you even bought the hair clay thinking it'd bring you a step closer to achieving that vava-voom hair. but you try and you try and you're nowhere near the outta-salon-hair. pissifying.

why do hairstylists always work magic on your hair! why can't we all achieve the same effect?! oh my gawdddddd.