Well, there goes my hair again!

Ever since I was young, not to say I am not now, I've always had alot of hair. I even had something like a Bruce Lee haircut when I was going to junior high school which I laugh at today every time I see them old pictures from yesteryear. I've always prided myself of having a full head of hair especially now that we are more mature and alot of my friends my age are losing a rather substantial amount on top...I think they know who they are too, ha! Well, things do change as time goes by, and recently, the unimagined happened to the best of them, and that is me.

I'm not saying I am losing my hair or turning bald or anything, but I am now doing a movie which requires me to pretty much shave my head,which I have never done before, to fit the role that I am playing.

The role I now portray is a prisoner, and as we know, prisoners, at least here in China, have to have short hair, very short hair. At first, I was hesitant to take the role because I have never imagined what I would look like with close to nothing on top, but after contemplating for a bit, I decided to do it. why?

Because I am a professional actor, that's why!! And as a professional actor, we have to take on roles that presents a challenge to us and face the challenge to the best of our ability.

So the time came to do the "cut." It was a moment that really made me think whether I am doing the right thing or not. What if my head looks like an egg after I cut it all off? How do I deal with the 3 months it'll take to grow it back? Will people laugh at me like I made a bad haircut mistake or will they accept me with my new look? Whatever it is, too late...the snippers has started. The buzzing sound really sent chills down my spine! But all is too late. I am at a point of no return. I cannot go out now and say I don't want to do this anymore. What if I made the wrong decision of accepting this role? What if I do look stupid sporting this new do? How do I face the world after the cut? All these emotions started to run through my brain, but like I said, it's too late. The buzzer is getting closer and closer to my ears with no signs of letting up, but just as it is about to tackle my locks, I yelled , "STOP!" Everyone stopped at that moment with this questionable look on their face. I just told them that since I cannot turn back, at least let me take a few pictures in remembrance of the head of hair I so highly treasure and appreciate. If I have to lose it, at least let me remember it. After all, I can always look on the bright side. I can always grow it back if it turned out icky, but to some others, they will lose their hair whether they like it or not, and it'll never grow back! go ahead, cut my hair!!!!