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my gig bag finally arrived today. it's a fender deluxe gig bag, which means it has 20mm padding all around. sweet. nothing is too good for my baby. although, theoretically, it's not MY baby, it's jimmy's baby. (it was his graduation present, but i basically chose the Martin DCME for him, since he didn't know squat about guitars. i've been "borrowing" it since, going on close to 4 years.) i gave it a lot of love these past years. i take really good care of it, and the only blemishes it gets is from other people, when they borrow it. i've had some major struggles when people borrow it, and leave marks over it. it's taught me a lot about giving up the things you value to God and to his service though. oh, but the agony i went through when it was once borrowed by a pastor who was wearing a belt. he was playing vigoriously, and his belt buckle left marks all over the back. oh, the pain. PEOPLE, TAKE OFF YOUR BELTS WHEN YOU PLAY A GUITAR, PLEASE.
and it's not even mine. i'll give it back once i get my taylor big baby. i feel like an adulterer, falling in love with something that isn't mine. well, at least i didn't name it. unlike some people i know. THAT would have been idolatry. haha. sorry, man. i'm just kidding.
so, anyway, now it will be easier to cart my guitar around for bible studies, prayer mtgs, and youth group and such. totally made my day.
went down to chinatown to get a haircut. i didn't want to get one right before parker's wedding. i read on some wedding website (this is one of the many ways i wasted time instead of studying for my last final....the things i do to avoid studying...) that it's a common mistake to get haircuts right before, which will leave you with that just-got-a-haircut look, which you don't want. anyway, chinatown was mad filthy, as usual. it's pretty gross down there. and when you pass the fishmarket areas. ugh. what's with chinese people? (haha. that's a crack for my chinese readers. you know who you are. heehee) i actually love chinatown, evil smells and all. especially the bakeries. i love chinese bakeries. dim sum, bakeries, and melon flavored boba tea. chinese inventions i am forever grateful for.
when i went to get a haircut at my usual place, the dude who usually does my hair was working on another customer, and i was too busy to wait. well, the lady who was available didn't understand a lick of english. well, neither did my usual guy. anyway, she just mumbled something under her breath while i told her what i wanted. then she proceeded to ignore everything i said, and cut my hair the way SHE wanted it. i must say, though, that she put a lot of care into it. she was obviously experienced (you can always tell by their hands feel, moving your hair about) but she took her time, going through all the angles, hair adjustments etc. i was impressed, and didn't want to tell her that that wasn't the way i wanted my hair at all. so i didn't. i just sat there, watching her doing her thing, amazed at her confidence when she didn't understand what my directions were. either that, or amazed that she did understand, and then would totally ignore them for what SHE wanted. either way, it was amazing. then she gave my hair a shampoo job that smelled oh so nice...(i have a thing for fruity fragrances. i don't particularly like cologne, but i'm a sucker for bath and body works stuff. country apple (ah, this scent will forever be associated with one girl, or more specifically, the feelings i had for this girl, more than the girl herself (it didn't work out), sun-ripened rasberry, and cucumber melon. great stuff) anyway, this shampoo was not a bath and body fragrance (i KNOW my bath and body stuff) but still, it smelled sooooo nice. then she massaged my scalp. which was nice, though not as wonderful as other people claim. i felt weird, letting a stranger be that intimate with my scalp. then, she blow-dryed my hair, put gel on, and arranged how she liked it, without ONCE ever asking me what I wanted. amazing. absolutely amazing. she did whatever she wanted, as if were her hair. anyway, i was so in awe of her, i gave her a big tip.
then walked around chinatown a bit, browsing through little stores by myself, like i like to do...i like looking through the kung fu suits, the little bamboo plants, the chinese pottery, and various other trinkets. but today, i browsed in a rather rushed manner, because i was looking for a cheap replacement for my stolen wallet, which i found. yay. i actually got two. a maroon cloth wallet, and a black leather wallet. not bad, i think, to browse through several shops in under 20 min. then, made my way over here, to study. i need to finish biochem review by tomorrow. let's see if i can do it.
yakob at 5:47 PM
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my gig bag finally arrived today. it's a fender deluxe gig bag, which means it has 20mm padding all around. sweet. nothing is too good for my baby. although, theoretically, it's not MY baby, it's jimmy's baby. (it was his graduation present, but i basically chose the Martin DCME for him, since he didn't know squat about guitars. i've been "borrowing" it since, going on close to 4 years.) i gave it a lot of love these past years. i take really good care of it, and the only blemishes it gets is from other people, when they borrow it. i've had some major struggles when people borrow it, and leave marks over it. it's taught me a lot about giving up the things you value to God and to his service though. oh, but the agony i went through when it was once borrowed by a pastor who was wearing a belt. he was playing vigoriously, and his belt buckle left marks all over the back. oh, the pain. PEOPLE, TAKE OFF YOUR BELTS WHEN YOU PLAY A GUITAR, PLEASE.
and it's not even mine. i'll give it back once i get my taylor big baby. i feel like an adulterer, falling in love with something that isn't mine. well, at least i didn't name it. unlike some people i know. THAT would have been idolatry. haha. sorry, man. i'm just kidding.
so, anyway, now it will be easier to cart my guitar around for bible studies, prayer mtgs, and youth group and such. totally made my day.
went down to chinatown to get a haircut. i didn't want to get one right before parker's wedding. i read on some wedding website (this is one of the many ways i wasted time instead of studying for my last final....the things i do to avoid studying...) that it's a common mistake to get haircuts right before, which will leave you with that just-got-a-haircut look, which you don't want. anyway, chinatown was mad filthy, as usual. it's pretty gross down there. and when you pass the fishmarket areas. ugh. what's with chinese people? (haha. that's a crack for my chinese readers. you know who you are. heehee) i actually love chinatown, evil smells and all. especially the bakeries. i love chinese bakeries. dim sum, bakeries, and melon flavored boba tea. chinese inventions i am forever grateful for.
when i went to get a haircut at my usual place, the dude who usually does my hair was working on another customer, and i was too busy to wait. well, the lady who was available didn't understand a lick of english. well, neither did my usual guy. anyway, she just mumbled something under her breath while i told her what i wanted. then she proceeded to ignore everything i said, and cut my hair the way SHE wanted it. i must say, though, that she put a lot of care into it. she was obviously experienced (you can always tell by their hands feel, moving your hair about) but she took her time, going through all the angles, hair adjustments etc. i was impressed, and didn't want to tell her that that wasn't the way i wanted my hair at all. so i didn't. i just sat there, watching her doing her thing, amazed at her confidence when she didn't understand what my directions were. either that, or amazed that she did understand, and then would totally ignore them for what SHE wanted. either way, it was amazing. then she gave my hair a shampoo job that smelled oh so nice...(i have a thing for fruity fragrances. i don't particularly like cologne, but i'm a sucker for bath and body works stuff. country apple (ah, this scent will forever be associated with one girl, or more specifically, the feelings i had for this girl, more than the girl herself (it didn't work out), sun-ripened rasberry, and cucumber melon. great stuff) anyway, this shampoo was not a bath and body fragrance (i KNOW my bath and body stuff) but still, it smelled sooooo nice. then she massaged my scalp. which was nice, though not as wonderful as other people claim. i felt weird, letting a stranger be that intimate with my scalp. then, she blow-dryed my hair, put gel on, and arranged how she liked it, without ONCE ever asking me what I wanted. amazing. absolutely amazing. she did whatever she wanted, as if were her hair. anyway, i was so in awe of her, i gave her a big tip.
then walked around chinatown a bit, browsing through little stores by myself, like i like to do...i like looking through the kung fu suits, the little bamboo plants, the chinese pottery, and various other trinkets. but today, i browsed in a rather rushed manner, because i was looking for a cheap replacement for my stolen wallet, which i found. yay. i actually got two. a maroon cloth wallet, and a black leather wallet. not bad, i think, to browse through several shops in under 20 min. then, made my way over here, to study. i need to finish biochem review by tomorrow. let's see if i can do it.
yakob at 5:47 PM