::Hair!
Went for some hair treatment thing at my aunt's friend's salon, at the insisting of my aunt, who believes that I'm going bald. Normally I stay far far away from things like salons and stuff cause somehow, the conversation will always stray towards the length of my hair and how I'll go bald from having such long hair and I should cut it, anyway it's draggy and makes me look ugly, etc. Anyway, it costs money and SATan is damn stingy. And SATan don't mind being bald cause now she has an excuse to shave her head, I mean, if its dropping really terribly might just as well get rid of the whole thing, and it's free also :D
Well, this time round, my aunt decided to pay for me cause she was horrified at how bald I was becoming(in her opinion only). I was initially against going cause I didn't want to be shorn, but the deal was sweetened somewhat by a Zen Nano Plus mp3 player (I mean, who would refuse an opportunity to add another piece of gear to one's collection?). Anyway, I'm a lot more confident now, and a lot better at acting stupid, so I figured, I can hold my own, so why not?
And yes, they wanted to cut it. Bra strap length. Which I didn't want, duh. They tried to psycho me into cutting it. But you don't get into SATan's brain that easily, people. SATan thinks in ways that most people would rather not even think about. I played them off as best as I could, then decided that it would be a good idea to take off the damaged bits, so I got them to cut off 3 inches (the damaged bits I was planning to cut out anyway) on the pretext of being 'not ready' to cut my hair too short. Then everybody happy, cause now they think I still 'got hope'.
Guess how much the treatment cost? Like $600-something! Wa lau eh. Give me, I get some new gear.
Also bought some shampoo and some weird little things in tubes that have to apply everyday (not my money, but I think you knew that already, I would never agree to it if it was my money). Also have to go back like every month or something like that for repeat treatments. Sounds awful troublesome. Argh, whatever, Anyway, not I paying.
And the hair is still long. Hoho.
Well, this time round, my aunt decided to pay for me cause she was horrified at how bald I was becoming(in her opinion only). I was initially against going cause I didn't want to be shorn, but the deal was sweetened somewhat by a Zen Nano Plus mp3 player (I mean, who would refuse an opportunity to add another piece of gear to one's collection?). Anyway, I'm a lot more confident now, and a lot better at acting stupid, so I figured, I can hold my own, so why not?
And yes, they wanted to cut it. Bra strap length. Which I didn't want, duh. They tried to psycho me into cutting it. But you don't get into SATan's brain that easily, people. SATan thinks in ways that most people would rather not even think about. I played them off as best as I could, then decided that it would be a good idea to take off the damaged bits, so I got them to cut off 3 inches (the damaged bits I was planning to cut out anyway) on the pretext of being 'not ready' to cut my hair too short. Then everybody happy, cause now they think I still 'got hope'.
Guess how much the treatment cost? Like $600-something! Wa lau eh. Give me, I get some new gear.
Also bought some shampoo and some weird little things in tubes that have to apply everyday (not my money, but I think you knew that already, I would never agree to it if it was my money). Also have to go back like every month or something like that for repeat treatments. Sounds awful troublesome. Argh, whatever, Anyway, not I paying.
And the hair is still long. Hoho.
