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My friend reminded me that the last time I trimmed my hair was long ago. November to be exact. So last weekend, I went to Jakarta to get a new haircut with my favorite hairstylist. Heehee :p
I was so thrilled cos it's been such a long time. I rarely trim my hair, cos I like it long. Even though my boyfriend wanted me to rock a shorter hairdo. Blah! Isn't it weird when your boyfriend love to see your hair pixie short a.k.a Halle Berry style? I thought men prefer a long hair women? 
Gee, I would never ever do that to my hair. I loved my hair too much, even I decided to not harm my hair with any chemical like coloring, rebounding, and things like that since years ago. I leave it the way it is. I wash my hair twice a week (yuck, I know). But sometimes keeping the natural oil do wonders to our hair and even moisten it. My friends often ask me what's the secret of having a long healthy hair, and I always answer "wash it twice a week". They mostly don't believe it, but I think that's the ultimate secret weapon. Other than that, I also rarely brush my hair, I always put a night serum before bed, and most importantly, don't use curling iron or straightening  iron or even a hair dryer excessively. Well that's a lot.. But actually very easy to maintain a healthy hair. 

Anyway, this is my new hair..

this is how I look, straight from the hair salon
new hair, the next day. even better
One of my friend asked, what's so new about it? It doesn't look new at all, but actually it's much shorter hairdo (judging from how many hairs that were falling on the floor when I finished) But however, I feel so fresh and light!
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