out of my hair

some two weeks ago (actually i don't clearly remember when it began) my mother started pestering me about having a haircut. obviously, i not-really-all-that-politely declined to her suggestion. not so obviously, i thought the discussion ended at that. apparently not, i shoulda thought so.

i would've been fine with normal pestering, really, but after a while she began to cite reasons that ranged from the subjective ("it looks ugly") to the absurd (it causes my slight sudden outbreak of pimples - it does come as a surprise really because my face is generally pimple-free) to the so-degrading-it's-kinda-pathetic-really (mukha akong taong grasa, to which i responded that negs looked more like a hobo with his scraggly beard =)) peace, my brother) to backfired degradation (i look like a lion, to which i said, cool) to comparison with my friends (si leiron ba nagpapagupit?).

my stance is, obviously, no. i am not ready to go back to hair hell zobel put us guys into. because really, i would much rather look like james howlett or rufus scrimgeour or better yet, lionheart himself, than either stan laurel or oliver hardy. sometimes i do feel that shorter hair does look more organized, but it's so... blah.

i shall keep resisting the scissors until... i don't know. =))

anyway, i watched silent hill yesterday and really wasn't the least bit disturbed. i did love how it does the flashbacks. kinda reminds me of the fayth flashbacks myself.