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Hi! Looks like you’ve stumbled across the exciting life of a 9 year young girl. I’m a saved Christian and I’m soon-to-be baptised. My talents are computer, reading, science, and HSIE. I hate all other subjects. Sometimes people tease me for my exceeding low number in Literature. I’m actually pretty good at it, but I don’t really like it. Weird, eh? If you’re reading this, continue on! I have more exciting stuff to type. Hmm… my friends? Ok, guys at neo-butterfly’s affiliates, this is my secret. I’m only 9. I’m not as good at Maths, English, and other stuff as you are. Don’t question me! Read more about me on the about me page, k?
 
2:25 pm, day 1, Thursday 8 January.
 
I’m pacing around, thinking of something. I just can’t put my finger on it. It was something about hair… When I suddenly remember. I’m getting a haircut! I planned last night that I would shower and get dressed by 4:30. Mom would come at 6:00 so I could have more time to blog. I get on to the computer and login and start blogging.
 
I’l looking around, kuya Gino’s half asleep but watching tv. It’s Clifford’s puppy days. My brother is in his club house, watching aswell. I have to admit watching it is a little addictive. He accidentally breaks his clubhouse roof. It’s a blanket. He asks kuya Gino to help. (Thanks for viewing this!) They place a cushion on top of the edge of the blanket to stop it from falling. They also put one on the other edge. WHAT IS WITH ME! I’m spying. Ok I’ll stop.
 
2:41 pm
 
I’m thinking of something to blog about. Looking at my beautiful layout when I suddenly think of something. Today the first thing I did after I woke up was go to the toilet. How exciting eh? Ok maybe this is enough.
 
2:46 pm
 
Still thinking! Okay I’m watching The Suite Life of Zack and Cody. I love making graphics! I think I don’t want to write anymore. I’ll edit this post later when I get a haircut, okay? 
 
EDIT:
 
3:29 pm
 
Now it’s Cory in the House. My brother’s not watching tv. He is playing chess with kuya Gino. I didn’t get a haircut yet! I couldn’t help editing again. At 4:00 I’ll take a shower and glam myself up for my haircut. Fingers crossed! I was supposed to get it yesterday, and the day before yesterday. THEY WERE CLOSED! But the good thing was we bought coke and my mom saw her best friend tita Jhoe. Ok, news is breaking! I’ll edit again!
  
SECOND (VERY LATE) EDIT:
  
11:43 pm
  
Hi guys! I’m so sorry I didn’t have the chance to update earlier. I’m really sorry again! Ok, I guess I’ll tell you about the haircut? Ok.
  
Aprox.7:30 pm
  
I’m walking with my mom, dad, and my little brother. We walk past Toys R Us and my brother really wants to go there but mom says no. We take the escalator down, down, down, and all the way to the ground floor. I haven’t been there in a really long time. Mom says we have to go to the hair salon / barber where dad went. It’s filled with filipinos. There were 3 gay guys. One of them cut my hair.
  
We walk into the shop and the gay guy walks up to us and politely asks what I want. My mom asks me first then I tell her I want layers. She wanted it to be up to my shoulders. How short! Then I quickly excused her away and asked for it to be longer. He knew exactly what I meant. We walked up to the shampoo / conditioner hair area and then he asks this woman called tita Iris to shampoo my hair. And guess what he called me? A baby! Was that in a good way or a bad way, or both? I don’t know. Please don’t consult your local Paula. Well, as you might have NOT guessed, I dragged my brother with me to the shampoo/ *DJ stopping sound (sort of)* …. You know. I sit down and keep saying I’m scared. Paulo was warning me about how your face gets really itchy when you get a haircut. He says if you rub your head hair will be on your hand. Fhpstt. No way. That doesn’t happen to girls, right? Tita Iris asks me to relax and bend my head a little more.
 
She wets my hair and my brother peeps over and looks. “Woah! Your hair is wet, ate!” I keep thinking about that phrase… That simple little phrase. Ok I know what you’re thinking, I’ll stop typing about this. Let’s move onto the haircut. Just wait, let me write a little more phrases of simplitical nonsense. (I’m doing this to make it longer.)
 
She dries my hair and then I walk over to the chair with a blue towel on my back and shoulders. I sit down then he raises the chair, up, up, up, up, up, up. I warn him about my pigsa. (I have no idea what that is in English. Please don’t consult your local Paula.) He waves the cape like a man ready to fight a bull. Then he wraps it around my neck and tightens it.
 
Ok, now he grabs my hair and ……… clips it on top of my head. Totally unexpected, ah? Not really. How long will I keep going? You know I’m a really detailed explainer. Please don’t runaway. Then he brushes my hair with a thin comb. I consult him that my hair is real thick. Then he says my hair is dry. I got a bit offended on that one. But that wasn’t going to last any longer, he took his scissors and cut a bit of my hair. He kept moving on until at the top he made it short.
 
I’m talking about the top part. When he put the hair infront of my head, my face was super itchy!!! I couldn’t stand it. I needed to scratch. I started to wimper (I think he didn’t hear me) and that’s when the miracle happened… the curse was lifted. No more itchy face!
 
When he was finished, he blow dries my hair but at the same time forever curling it. Or maybe. He grabs the brush, putting my hair on it, then he puts the nose of the blw dryer directly on my hair and presses the on button. I felt like I knew these people. Strange feeling, ah?
 
When it was finished, he lifts a bit of the hair on my left side over to the right to create a beautiful look (or so he thought.) to show my mom and dad. *people clap*
 
I take the left hair out of the right hair and feel comfortable. Then I look into the mirror, sheer bliss! I’m beautiful!
 
Love Paula