I had my routine once-every-three-weeks haircut a few hours ago at the same salon that did my hair color (and all the snip-snapping involved) last summer (and the subsequent cuts, too). After the customary shampooing and conditioning (with matching trickles of water entering your eardrums, thanks to the blasting water aqueduct of a hose!), I sat down the chair and read some magazines.
Levi, my suki hairstylist whose waistline is prolly not more than 23 inches, and whose hair is long and parted in the middle like Sadako's, told me that my hair grows in factorial speed like weeds. I told him not to complaint, because my more-than-average and frequent visits work to his advantage. After all, he's the one I insist to cut my hair, ergo more tips for him. Discussion over.
Halfway in the cutting, thinning, and snip-snapping, he started caressing my topmost scalp. No, not in an indecent, nasty way that inmates would likewise touch you (how the hell did I know that?), but in a hairstylist-y kind of way (yeah, like there's a hairstylist-specific way to touch hair...). And then he proclaimed in his shrieky, classic parlorista bakla voice, within full hearing range of all the staff and clients of the salon, "Ben, your hair is thinning!"
Oh God. Ohmygod. I can NOT be balding.
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I've got two words for you: aloe vera. And fresh! Not the ones pretending to be in your shampoo. Just rub the jelly portion on the area (and endure the smell) regularly. My mom used to have too many of these in the garden. I didn't know what it was for until this neighbor started asking for it every morning. The last time I saw him, mas makapal na nga ang buhok niya, haha!
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