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:: Sunday, November 17, 2002 ::
Haircuts.:: Saturday, November 16, 2002 ::
Ugh. I hate 'em.
Since young till now, there has never been a single time I have walked in to a barber's happy, remained happy while seated, and walked out happy. Somewhere along the way something will turn sour. Maybe a little nick at the back of my neck, or a little error that takes 30 minutes correcting, or just the overall lousy haircut.
I always feel weird the moment I walk out. Perhaps the lack of satisfaction stems from the fact that I do not go to professional hairstylists and pay a bomb for it. But even then, imagine having your hair at the mercy of a pair of hands, that whether you like it or not, is goin to either ruin you or make you very happy, depending on the day he had. Oh, not to mention that most good hairstylists are males that have a 'broken wrist', though that might be overly sweeping a statement.
Oh yeah, not to mention having a 50+ year old father commenting at every cut, and directing the barber to give you the most old fashion and horrid hairstyle, that made you wish you just stayed at home and put a bowl over your head and DIY. No wonder I have such bad taste in hair.
Argh. Screw. At least this time I can safely say I was saved by a more experienced, nicer, and self-respecting barber, who took pride and dignity in her work by deciding to give me the best haircut she could while listening as little as possible to my dad. Thank God or whoever for that. Amen.
Once again, the author tries to save his hair by applying cans of gel in hope that it will look more outrageously stupid than the haircut itself, and hopefully, the haircut will be overlooked.
Oh, did I mention it almost always gets better a week after? Strange. Haven't figured out why yet though. Heh.
:: Sam 9:58 PM [+] ::
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Women. Sigh.
Some you just can't get.
Some you just can't get rid of.
Some you just can't resist.
The Gods help me, and all womenfolk that have crossed me, or been crossed by me, but please don't put me on a cross.
Once again. Sigh.
:: Sam 11:10 PM [+] ::
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