who. is. bob?

not so long ago i went and did my hair, so i can be labelled as lala again. i damn miss that title, it has been so long. xD

this time i wanted ash brown but it didn't turn out to be exactly as i wanted as my hair was too dark and i only bleached once.

and that's already very bad for da hair!

gam mou.

your typical lala :)

since dying hair was taking such a long time, i had nothing to do but observe the other customers.

there wasn't many on a saturday afternoon, but while waiting, a family walked in.

it consisted of father (about 40), mother (30ish, housewife prolly) and daughter (around 10).

the father looked like he is loosing a bit of hair, so he doesn't need the hair cut.

mother needed a little trim. easy enough.

but then came the daughter. she sat on the cushy next to me, and whipped out her iphone :O

at 10, that is an overkill. they don't look extremely rich, but i can tell the daughter was spoiled.

she sat on the chair, and started demanding that she wanted a bob.

the mother was like really afraid of the daughter and kept talking to the stylist,

and said "please, she's very particular, bla bla bla, cut nicely, not too short, bla bla bla"

the daughter also added that she wanted a curl at the bottom of her bob.

i was flabbergasted. never did i thought a kid of her age would know how to operate an iphone, yet alone knowing what a bob is. when i was 10 the only bob i knew was this neighbour with a furry moustache.

if i was 10 right now, sitting next to her, i would ponder upon this ultimate question.

who. is. bob?