Haircut Fiasco

I recently got a haircut two days ago (see picture). It just came to me that I sorta have this fetish of taking photos of myself after getting a haircut. Some may call it self-love, narcissism, or vanity, but I prefer it to be called appreciation of oneself. If you yourself doesn’t appreciate how you look, trust me, no one else will do.

The hardest and most mind-boggling part when getting a haircut is when the hairdresser asks you what hair cut do you want. I, who lived in a generation of schools requiring a 2x3 haircut, aside from being a style imbecile, would always find it very hard to answer. I would usually say, “Kahit ano po” then the stylist would jokingly quip with “Kahit kalbo?” then I would reply, “Wag naman po yun…”. That’s the usual script. 

If I would put up a salon/barbershop, I’d provide a catalogue of hairstyles so that choosing a cut would be in a jiffy, less stressful and guarantee that the cut is suitable for one’s preferences. Salons would really learn a thing or two from the karinderya’s turo turo system.

When I was in high school, I used to sport a 5x6 haircut because, believe it or not, I used to be a CAT officer. The barber from the kanto played as my personal hairdresser, me going to his shop every two weeks without fail. One time I asked him to do my usual cut but ended up having a semi kalbo head. It was a disaster. I then had to suffer being an egg head for two excruciating weeks that’s why I choose to play it safe now and be very particular with the places I get my haircut. And I swore never again to go to barber shops.

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If I badly need a haircut when I’m in Manila, I’d usually go to Mary Pauline Salon Dapitan Branch – that’s where I recently got my haircut days prior. Although one observation I had here is that after two weeks, my hair becomes kinda messy and hard to manage.

Pampanga always has some of the best hairdressers. I highly recommend Matrix Salon and Lykx Feliciano, formerly from Dan Jose Salon but now operating a shop of his own, Trenvision. The former is more student budget friendly at the price of 100 per haircut while the later is more costly at 180 pesos. But more or less, the quality is just the same.

QUIET!!!

Why can’t the world just shut up?

Contrary to my verboseness in my writing, you’d normally find me sitting there, sulking in the corner, quietly minding my own business. Because I, of all people, happen to enjoy silence as much as I would devour a double down sandwich within five minutes. And if you happen to disturb me in my so called mute sanctuary, I would (a) on the most favorable of circumstances, just let that little disturbance slip off and pretend like it didn’t happen (b) be civil enough to tell you to shush up or (c) ragefully snap and transform myself into a 6-month starved lion ready to take you down anytime, anywhere. And oh, I just noticed how the word “ragefully” was underlined with red in my word processor. I love making my own adverbs. Thanks for the correction, but I’d have to ignore you for now MS Word.

I am especially enraged during times when my classmates seemed to have mania of the vocal chords, their voices sprouting from every direction I don’t know where, while I, being their Class President, is trying my best to announce something. How I hate those moments! Faced with a highly trained 45-man noise battalion who mercilessly weren’t so forgiving, I know I wouldn’t win.

Well, genius as I am, sort of discovered a very innovative solution: a microphone. That time, no one in the noise battalion dared to stand up and compete with me and my much, much better arsenal. I owned them, hurling higher decibelled words which outdone the battalion’s weapons, thanks to the built in speakers in the classroom. It was my personal Hellenistic age! Although the glorious golden days were only short lived until the skills lab custodian went beserk, reprimanding me of causing too much noise. I had to suffer a long sermon then. And that was five minutes post-discovery of the wondrous microphone. Boohoo.

The preschool teachers must have something in them that lures their students into silence. I remember my grade school days in O.B.Montessori when we would play “The Silence Game” where we would rest our butts on the little pink and yellow chairs, place our hands in our laps, zip our mouths, and stare blankly to your seatmates’ sipon smeared faces without saying a word . I loathed that then but now, I deem it very useful.

High school days came and the “Silence Game” was replaced by  “The Noisy List”. And I, being a human chat box would always top the list written in the least unnoticeable corner in blackboard. I was really noisy when I was young. I also remember the dramas and tampuhans behind those lists, especially the one when a classmate of mine allegedly accused the Noisy List lister of the day of injustice which was then followed by a inter-girl group derby. I can’t belive were that gullible.

Sometimes I wish that some brainiac would discover a remote that could mute the entire surroundings. And if that brainiac do come up with something similar that and sell them to the public , he will definitely make a market composed of me and other noise Nazi’s. I can just imagine myself hoarding the shops,buying myself two pieces so that if the other one gets broken, I’d still have one as reserve until I buy another one. And probably on my second trip, I’d would have saved some money to buy those hyperdecibelled people their own silencers.

While the materialization of that ingenious idea looks too distant, I’d have to start in conceptualizing it, just to speed up things.