Now, i'm seriously hungry. And I just did a perfect choice both on what to do on weekend(s) and what to do with my (remaining) cash. It was spontaneous one, like a sudden panick attack at the thought of passing the weekend away without enjoying myself. And this precisely took place on the roadside under the overheating afternoon sun, right after my short hair-cut session at the barbershop. The second shop i found today.
Yes, it was sort of silly small discovery, this barbershops. I've been noticing some snowflakes on my shoulders and Tommy, my self-proclaimed Chinese Halifax friend brushed off my forehead and right ear just right there, at the main entrance of Sun Plaza yesterday noon, welcomed by homophobic stares, "You got dandruffs up there."
My hair doesnt even reach my ear yet but it's already at the point/phase/period where its length produces massive attack of dandruffs, no matter how long and much i rinse it with shampoo. So, waking up this morning with some sweat on my neck and forehead, I called it Haircut Day. But I definitely am one bus away from the barbershop i always visit, and I dont trust the look of the small one-chair barbershop five-minute-walk from my place. But i went there first, anyway. A fortysomething man was bent down, one leg ahead of the other, one hand rested on the shoulder of the barber chair while the other one checked on text message on his mobile. He didnt even look my way when i stood behind him and said hi. Made me sorry for coming there in the first place. I scanned the whole tiny room until he said,"Um, the [barber]man probably is at the pool next door," he said indifferently. Jerk, I said under my breath, walked away without saying thanks. Determined to get the haircut to-day, i went on walking to the other side of the road, recalled I saw a bigger shop at the hospital junction, painted in white.
It felt like twenty-minute walk while the fact was I walked real fast as if my wallet was left on a bus, and the barbershop can be seen from the third floor of the cafe building, my messy sanctuary. A middle-aged man on the right corner of the room, a younger one on the other corner, another young one further inside the silent room besides the noise from the news on the TV that was put above the other door, an entrance to the man of the house' private area. I smiled and took a seat in front of the middle-aged man, wished the younger one welcomed me and pat his own chair for me to sit it. I wasnt that sure about his old man who would've done such terrific job if only I went home with my white tee shirt was NOT full of my own hair.
Yes, back to my DVD story. I was right there, standing, or, walking home when i decided to stop the bus and headed for the closest DVD shops. Four seasons of Supranatural and First Season of --dont laugh at me--Gosip Girl.
Well, these DVDs will keep me busy for quite a while now. Yay. So, two accomplishment on one day: Haircut and chickflicks, how's that?
