After months of ending up with semi bald hair, I eventually had a different cut yesterday..from a different shop, Shopwise. Grocery? XD
Cut-ter: "I'll put a little shape on your hair and uhmm..don't go back on being skinhead."
Me: "K. But..just so you know, I look awesome with my pseudo skinhead look though..since you're the fourth person with my dad, mom and my classmate to halt me on shaving my hair when haircut day comes..ok. Whatever. Why am I even explaining this to you? Can you please start cutting my hair now 'coz I still have my scheduled dvd marathon in an hour...
Cut-ter: "Fuck off!"
Then I suddenly felt scissors stabbed on my neck.
Me: [In shock + blood gushing out from my neck] "What was that for?!"
I don't let my hair grow to a certain length since I'm too lazy to comb, put wax or even do some styling shit on it. I don't have the patience.
Mom: "See, you look more good looking and fresh with your new hair!"
Dad: "Nice...jeans! Where'd you bought it?"
Brother: "Here's wax, try it. It won't hurt."
Now, I really look like Hugh Jackman with some features of Robert Downey, Jr.
..and 80% of this entry is fiction. Of course the 20% was the good looking part!
