It wasn't my day yesterday when I decided to meet SJ at Chinatown to accompany her to exchange for her HKDollars. You know I always thought that doing good deeds will bring good luck to me. But never did it happen to me before. I could have stand there nonchalantly and see how the handicapped man struggle his way to the lift. Damn it. On a lighter note, if I didn't lend my hand to that old man, most probably my hair could have been worse.

Let me go straight to the point... I was shopping along Chinatown while waiting for SJ to take her own sweet time down here to meet me and to kill time I decided to have a haircut at KIMAGE. Little did I know that that was the horrendous decision made for my hair.

It's either the china guy doesn't understand chinese or he is plain stupid. Looks like the latter one is more appropriate because he cut all my fringe, leaving me in terror!

Everything started out fine, with a casual conversation until he decided to do something unwise! My face was black literally. He noticed something was amiss and he shut his fucking gap up.

And now, I am typing with my very cool hair style which don't suit me at all. Nabei cb! Never ever go KIMAGE at Chinatown. To hell with the stylist named Joe. Cut at your own risk.

*Continue yakking non-stop*

I MISS MY HAIR NOW!

From now, I will never ever let others cut my hair unless is my stylist at REDS!
Darn.