Of I would never go to a salon again!

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Dear TomHa,
I feel so bad today. That I betrayed the trust of the malay barber who cut my hair for since I was born for a salon in Jurong West just because I felt too hot in the mane of hair that trapped so much heat that I thought I was going to die of heat exhaustion anytime. Grrr... That salon cheated me of my hard-earned 10 bucks and gave me back my bowl-shaped hair with a small triangular cut in the fringe as a design. Damn it, now I look like a freaky RV-ish Qingwei.

Ar! Anyway, cutting hair in a salon is quite a freakish experience. The hairdresser walks with his hands like a velociraptor limbs (try to imagine it)it means like a sissy and holds all his combs and scissors in a pink bag. But alas! Trapped in the seat and the piece of cloth wrapped all over you, I had no means of escape. How ironic it is that the TV is playing a show with someone begging for mercy. He asked me how I want my hair cut and given that for the past 20++ years, I had let my barber dictate my hairstyle, I was rather stymied by this out of the blue question, hence, there was silence for a few moments, before he came up with a better question, layer or slope? Having cut slope for since when I was borned, I decided that I would try new things and try a layered cut although I have no freaking idea what that is. So he cut and cut and given that I am rather courteous, I decided to not respond to these professionals doing their job. But the product was terrible. Ar! I am so sad now... Guess I'll have to live with this shame and lower my head whenever I walk past my barber.

Some people say that I have the body of a 20 year old and the mindset of a 40 year old. I would not say that it is wrong, given that I have zero wish to look cool and hip, for example, like this:

And that my wish had always been to look like this instead, I have no case to refute that allegation