There She Goes Again
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Last Saturday, my good friend Trina asked me to spend the day with her (actually, to drive for her) cause she was feeling quite down. She’s supposedly stressed out and needed to relax. So I obliged and went to their place at 830 am, as she had instructed me. It was cool to be there early because Ninang makes the best Spanish Omelets and they had this coffee from Bukidnon and sugar, pure, unadulterated sugar, from Bacolod.
We left her house at a little past 9 am and we drove to the Salon. She wanted to get a hair rebond. So I sat with her and she told me that I could walk around since the rebonding process will take time. When I asked her how long it would take to fix her hair, the attendant said: 5 hours. Five hours!?!?! I started to complain: Mag-Rejoice ka na lang! She laughed and said it doesn’t work that way and kept on saying: Beauty comes with a price, Miggy. That the long hair you guys enjoy actually takes a lot of effort to achieve.
And since I’m a fan of soft, flowing, long hair, I thought I had no right to complain.
So I decided to leave her at the Salon and had my car washed and waxed. I got a text from her, asking if I could buy lunch. Went to McDo drive thru and then went back to the Salon. We ate while the folks at the salon ironed her hair. I could see smoke emitting from the hair as the iron touched the surface. It was scary. After lunch she kept on yakking about this guy she’s been going out with, but not really interested in.
She does this all the time. She would talk about how fine she is with the situation that she doesn’t have a boyfriend, even as she inserts that fine-with-not-having-a-boyfriend monologue when people are discussing about other things such as interior design or cats or football. The thoughts in my head just read: Please just shut up and let me sleep.
O what the heck, I needed a haircut anyway. I had intended to go to the barber 2 weeks ago but didn’t have the time. I asked the in-house stylist to cut away while I slept. Better to sleep than listen to how Trina didn’t want to waste time about a guy she just spent more than hour talking about. Talk about reverse psychology.
When I woke up I was so surprised (partly disgusted) with my hair. I look like a character from a Korean soap with spikes and all. I usually sport this normal neat cut with slightly long hair at the front. Makes me look formal at work and then I just whip out the gel and style for the night-time parties. Easy, low-maintenance hair. Now I don’t even know how to work this anime hairstyle. I wanted to tell the gay stylist to just shave the whole thing off.
But Trina said I look alright and she actually liked my hairstyle. So I gave it a chance. I’m having a hard time. My head looks like a porcupine when I get out of bed. And since I like wearing yellow and pink, I’m afraid I just might get hit on by a guy the next time I go out.
I really ought to stop spending too much time with girl-friends.
Last Saturday, my good friend Trina asked me to spend the day with her (actually, to drive for her) cause she was feeling quite down. She’s supposedly stressed out and needed to relax. So I obliged and went to their place at 830 am, as she had instructed me. It was cool to be there early because Ninang makes the best Spanish Omelets and they had this coffee from Bukidnon and sugar, pure, unadulterated sugar, from Bacolod.
We left her house at a little past 9 am and we drove to the Salon. She wanted to get a hair rebond. So I sat with her and she told me that I could walk around since the rebonding process will take time. When I asked her how long it would take to fix her hair, the attendant said: 5 hours. Five hours!?!?! I started to complain: Mag-Rejoice ka na lang! She laughed and said it doesn’t work that way and kept on saying: Beauty comes with a price, Miggy. That the long hair you guys enjoy actually takes a lot of effort to achieve.
And since I’m a fan of soft, flowing, long hair, I thought I had no right to complain.
So I decided to leave her at the Salon and had my car washed and waxed. I got a text from her, asking if I could buy lunch. Went to McDo drive thru and then went back to the Salon. We ate while the folks at the salon ironed her hair. I could see smoke emitting from the hair as the iron touched the surface. It was scary. After lunch she kept on yakking about this guy she’s been going out with, but not really interested in.
She does this all the time. She would talk about how fine she is with the situation that she doesn’t have a boyfriend, even as she inserts that fine-with-not-having-a-boyfriend monologue when people are discussing about other things such as interior design or cats or football. The thoughts in my head just read: Please just shut up and let me sleep.
O what the heck, I needed a haircut anyway. I had intended to go to the barber 2 weeks ago but didn’t have the time. I asked the in-house stylist to cut away while I slept. Better to sleep than listen to how Trina didn’t want to waste time about a guy she just spent more than hour talking about. Talk about reverse psychology.
When I woke up I was so surprised (partly disgusted) with my hair. I look like a character from a Korean soap with spikes and all. I usually sport this normal neat cut with slightly long hair at the front. Makes me look formal at work and then I just whip out the gel and style for the night-time parties. Easy, low-maintenance hair. Now I don’t even know how to work this anime hairstyle. I wanted to tell the gay stylist to just shave the whole thing off.
But Trina said I look alright and she actually liked my hairstyle. So I gave it a chance. I’m having a hard time. My head looks like a porcupine when I get out of bed. And since I like wearing yellow and pink, I’m afraid I just might get hit on by a guy the next time I go out.
I really ought to stop spending too much time with girl-friends.
Haha! Yes it is large enough now. Thanks for saving my eyes.
Uhmm... I know I'm pushing the limit here, but perhaps you could make the fonts darker/sharper? It is kinda blending with the background. It's a little bit faded, so kinda straining to the eyes.
Sharper/darker colours would make it easier to read.
I'm sorry to be a fussy reader.
Posted by
Sherley |
11:29 PM
okay. gimme some time to figure out how to do that...
or maybe you can teach me. ;p
Posted by
GOMZ |
10:49 AM
wow..i like the new template.
Posted by
Nikkita |
9:45 PM
i wonder how u look like gomz..hehe...
Posted by
Nikkita |
9:52 PM
you mean how i look like with the porcupine hair?
i will get rid of this hair this weekend.
Posted by
GOMZ |
12:53 PM
i dont care about the porcupine hair.u haven't told me yet about the magazine.which magazine is it?i'd grab one if ul tell me.
Posted by
Nikkita |
1:26 PM
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