I've been quite depressed lately over a few things and had even cried my heart out--literally--a few nights back. So I woke up today with a mission: Hair cut. I usually just have my hair trimmed for as long as I can remember (except for this one time when I was so asar with my hair that I had it cut real short) and today I decided I won't have a trim. I'll have a real haircut.
When I got home, my mom was like, "What did you do to your hair?!" I shrugged and said, "It's called styling. As in s-t-y-l-e. Maiba naman." So there.