Two extra members joined my 7:40am language group meeting, bringing the group’s member list tally up to eight. I then met up with Twinkle Toes and then Peanut Butter and Jelly for tutoring. Next it was off to the hair salon where I sat for the next hour and a bit getting my hair dyed and giggling over girl talk with the stylist and her cute little assistant.
I am now a brunette again… well, kind of.
Because bleach doesn’t really like sharing my hair with any other hair colour, my hair is kind of grayish-blue but only for the next day or so.
“Invest in a good hair colourist Amy!” is probably what you’re saying. I know, I know. But you try having baby-fine used and abused hair in a country full of people with thick black hair that you can so easily use and abuse and expect to grow back crazy fast like a lion’s mane! Blonde hair dye isn’t a regularly used hair dye colour in this country so you can’t blame them for not knowing how to really attack it. It’s kind of pointless for them to learn how to do something they may never be asked to perform.
For the rest of the day I walked around as a super shy girl. My hair did this the last time too, change a strange colour for a couple of days. I was expecting this but I haven’t quite mastered the whole shyness that comes with walking around town looking like a Smirf.
At boxing I kept my hooded sweater over my head and I walked around town with a baseball cap on, but later in the evening I had to toughen up and let my hair loose. Snickers and I had plans to go see 2pm perform at the Dankook festival. Thankfully it was dark out when we arrived, meaning that I could somewhat relax about the whole funky-coloured hair issue.
The concert was great, though I must note that I was much more entertained by the student band that opened up for 2pm, the main feature of the night. The opening group sound some English songs and I was quite impressed with their pronunciation and performance. It’s pretty hard to sing in another language so I definitely had to give them the much due credit – awesome job guys!!!
As for 2pm, they were pretty good… if you like a bunch of overly thin boys lip singing and jumping around on stage that is. They were entertaining but both Snickers and I agreed that the opening band definitely outshined them by far. I was too distracted by the screaming girls; they were hysterically yelling and screaming. One of the 2pm members kept on motioning that he was going to lift up his top and show his midsection, so I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Oh please” I thought to myself. “I see abs every day!” After the show, Snickers and I started to talk about this and how the girls in the crowd seemed overly eager to see 2pm reveal their bodies (which I should note they didn’t).
If a little bit of male skin was enough to send these girls into hysteria than a visit to my boxing club would make their heads explode. In addition to Snickers at home, on average I see about five guys a day at my boxing club either shirtless or in just their bare necessities (undies). Skin is not a rare thing at the boxing club where members are constantly dropping their clothes to step on the scale for weigh-in or are coming back from a post-workout shower. So five guys a day times five days a week I train…. that’s 25 guys a week plus Snickers. Skin may be in but when your daily routine is bombarded with it and you’re married to the finest male specie walking the face of this planet, it takes a lot for me to be impressed. My teammates and, more importantly, my husband have set the standards high. Those 2pm boys definitely had nothing on my Snickers.
The crowd was loving 2pm and all their teasing gestures. Maybe it’s because most of the crowd were of university age, I don’t know, but boy did those girls ever scream! God has apparently gifted them with excessively big lungs, wow!!!
Such a strange topic to talk about, I apologize, but I thought I’d let myself ramble today.
QUESTION OF THE DAY…
What’s the point of screaming your head off at a celebrity?
QUOTE OF THE DAY…
A celebrity is a person who works hard all his life to become well known, then wears dark glasses to avoid being recognized.
-- Fred Allen
1 comment:
I don't buy that you can't find a good hair stylist. I live in Vietnam, which is light years behind Korea in terms of modern stuff, and I have a great hair salon. It caters to foreigners and is located inside a 5-star hotel (so maybe look somewhere like that?). My hair is as fine as it gets and it's also long, and I've never had any problems getting exactly the color I want (light brown). So yeah, it's totally possible. But you need somebody who works mostly with foreigners. A salon that works with "local hair" will never get it right, no matter how great the place is.
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