The one with an eyebrow trim...
I am so freakingly fucked big time!!!
I am so intensely infuriated!!!
I have always wanted to try out something new, but never had the opportunity to do it until yesterday. I went to watch ‘John Tucker Must Die’, very lame cheesy but entertaining show. Since I still had some time on my hand, I thought maybe I would try out ‘Browhaus’ at the Cathay. It’s basically a salon for shaping your eyebrows. A good friend of mine, Andrew, tried it and the outcome was pretty good so I thought maybe I would try it since I am so fucking vain!!!
Initially I wanted to do threading but they don’t have the time slot to do it, so I tried tweezing instead. This lady, Bernie, attended to me and she was telling me how my eyebrow should be. Since I am a novice, I listened to her advice. Some of her advice included not cutting too short, too thin and too much as it would look too ‘gay’, so I heeded…
So the process took longer than I expected, and since I couldn’t see what she was cultivating unlike in a hair salon, you can tell the stylist when to stop, I just had to leave it to her better judgment. Seemed like 30mins later, finally she stopped and it was done. She handed me the mirror to check on her masterpiece. At first glance, I thought it was not too bad, but I didn’t know that since I was looking at it lying down, I was looking at it at a different angel. As I proceed to the counter to pay, I waltzed pass a few mirrors and at those moments, I checked out that masterpiece closer.
The more I stared at it, the more I felt strange and she was constantly advising me that if next time I need to ‘mold’ it, she could help. As I waited for my change at the counter, I noticed Bernie had an expression of guilt on her face she was constantly looking at me. Then it dawn on me…
That FUCKING BITCH transformed me into a FREAKING DRAG QUEEN!!!
ARGH!!! I am totally, utterly, completely devastated, mortified, disgusted…
It’s like, I felt like I lost part of my manhood. It is so humiliating.
As the day went on, Andrew and Kev tried to assure me that I looked alright and it will be better after a few days. But we all know whether it is nice or not…
For the next few weeks, I’m going to have to hide under the cap or something that can cover my forehead so as not to disgrace myself in public. I feel like I am this dark little (since I am tan and short) queen with queeny eyebrows. (No offence to the queens out there. I do respect you.) I have turned into a sissified version of Jonathan. I do wish my dear brows would grow back fast… I am missing them already. I am never ill-treating them again.
P.S. Laugh at me and the next moment, a chopper will soon follow…
Sign out.
I am so intensely infuriated!!!
I have always wanted to try out something new, but never had the opportunity to do it until yesterday. I went to watch ‘John Tucker Must Die’, very lame cheesy but entertaining show. Since I still had some time on my hand, I thought maybe I would try out ‘Browhaus’ at the Cathay. It’s basically a salon for shaping your eyebrows. A good friend of mine, Andrew, tried it and the outcome was pretty good so I thought maybe I would try it since I am so fucking vain!!!
Initially I wanted to do threading but they don’t have the time slot to do it, so I tried tweezing instead. This lady, Bernie, attended to me and she was telling me how my eyebrow should be. Since I am a novice, I listened to her advice. Some of her advice included not cutting too short, too thin and too much as it would look too ‘gay’, so I heeded…
So the process took longer than I expected, and since I couldn’t see what she was cultivating unlike in a hair salon, you can tell the stylist when to stop, I just had to leave it to her better judgment. Seemed like 30mins later, finally she stopped and it was done. She handed me the mirror to check on her masterpiece. At first glance, I thought it was not too bad, but I didn’t know that since I was looking at it lying down, I was looking at it at a different angel. As I proceed to the counter to pay, I waltzed pass a few mirrors and at those moments, I checked out that masterpiece closer.
The more I stared at it, the more I felt strange and she was constantly advising me that if next time I need to ‘mold’ it, she could help. As I waited for my change at the counter, I noticed Bernie had an expression of guilt on her face she was constantly looking at me. Then it dawn on me…
That FUCKING BITCH transformed me into a FREAKING DRAG QUEEN!!!
ARGH!!! I am totally, utterly, completely devastated, mortified, disgusted…
It’s like, I felt like I lost part of my manhood. It is so humiliating.
As the day went on, Andrew and Kev tried to assure me that I looked alright and it will be better after a few days. But we all know whether it is nice or not…
For the next few weeks, I’m going to have to hide under the cap or something that can cover my forehead so as not to disgrace myself in public. I feel like I am this dark little (since I am tan and short) queen with queeny eyebrows. (No offence to the queens out there. I do respect you.) I have turned into a sissified version of Jonathan. I do wish my dear brows would grow back fast… I am missing them already. I am never ill-treating them again.
P.S. Laugh at me and the next moment, a chopper will soon follow…
Sign out.
posted by Jon @ 1:12 AM
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