Dind! Dong! The bitch's threaded!

Just when you thought you could trust a professional to do the threading, they commit the 8th deadliest sin: BAD EYEBROWS!

Could I reiterate more that just like girls, gay guys are in a whole lot of trouble when they don't get their eyebrows shaped (okay, could I be any more superficial?).

Anyways, I just have to mention the name of their company so other gay guys could not suffer the hell I had to go through. Skin 'N Face by Dra. Nisce.

For those not from Dagupan, Dra. Nisce is like the Vicky Belo of our little province minus the liposuctions. She is known for solving your pimple problems but sadly was not able to cure my acne-infected face. And now my latest rant! How could she not have trained the ladies to do good MALE eyebrows! I mean, sure, other gay guys might have loved to get girly arcs but I for one DO NOT!

Enough ranting and let's get to my horrible picture!

Notice my depression? My emotions say SAD while my eyebrows say MAD. Damn it!

I remember specifically before we began the threading that I stated these 3 important rules:

1. Not too thin
2. Don't make an arc
3. I don't want eyebrows that looks surprised or bitchy

Was it soo hard to abide by my innocent rules? Maybe I shouldn't have worn mascara and not given her the impression that I'm gay. But hello! Gay or not these are eyebrows I can't live with till they grow out. And another thing, threaded eyebrows don't grow quickly my friends so just imagine the pain I have to go through?

But what can we do? The lady has committed the impossible (turning a gay man even gayer). In times like these I always get by with the best regimen. And that is to look on the brighter side.

Let's start!

On the bright side...

I am one step away from becoming my alter ego.

On the bright side...

I have more reasons to laugh than this girl.

On the bright side...

I can finally pull myself away from the mascara and be less gayer than I already am.

And last but not the least, On the bright side...

At least I still have eyebrows compared to that of La Lisa.

So there, that ends my misery somehow. I went into the battle field, fought with the pain of every strand pulled out, and left with a shock on my face. But who's to blame? As much as I want to blame the innocent bitch who did this to me, it was still I who wanted them threaded in the first place.

MORAL LESSON IN THIS TRAGIC STORY?

Don't let her get away the next time around!...

Over and Outch! Out!