So I'm sitting at my desk typing away yesterday when my phone bings. I open the text message from my brother...and see this photo. Turns out he's in Raleigh, going through old albums, and came across this gem. OMG, my haircut! My dad refused to pay a barber so he styled my hair in the way he knew best: 1960's Chinese style. (Hello, Red Guard!) To make matters even worse, scissors scared me so I would wiggle around in the chair, resulting in this scarecrow-like effect. I can't stop laughing. Tim also sent me another one titled "your emo afro stage" but I can't bring myself to post that monstrosity online. Let's just say I look a cross between Gary Coleman and Melissa Etheridge—as an Asian third-grader.
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