QUOTE(Ibis @ Jun 2 2006, 09:19 AM)
Okay, pictures ... here is my sister Ginny & I at PF Chang's Chinese Bistro in Winter Park Village. She is on the left, me on the right and our waitress took the picture. I just love the food there, it's my favorite Chinese ever since the little family Chinese restaurant I used to work in for 3 years. My Chinese name is Wo Dib, which means butterfly (from the tattoo on my shoulder.)
chowing down at Chang'sMy sister was visiting from Berkely, California where she lives. She's a graduate from that University and also a world traveler. Mostly to Europe, Italy is her favorite country because she gets to stay with her best friend at her grandparents house in Northern Italy ... but the farthest away she's been is New Zealand, where she spent 8 months with her company.
My hair got even longer than it is shown here - Cain loved it. But then before Christmas that year I had a haircut accident. I got it cut by a vietnamese stylist who didn't understand English so well and when I said cut it below the shoulders - she cut it above. Cain came flying acrost the salon shouting - but it was too late! Have any of you ever had a haircutting accident? They suck, huh? But luckily it grows back.
ps-we have weird hair in our family. Everyone was blonde when little and then it gets sort of muddy blonde when older. In the shade it looks brown, in the sun it looks a dark blonde. Don't even know what color you call it.
Mmm... Chinese food, yummy, it looks like you had a meal for like 10 persons on that table

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Haircut accidents? You bet I've had those, I haven't gone to the barbers for 3 years I believe, and it's mostly because of me being scared that they'll do whatever they wish with their sissors... Some people are afraid of flying, some of spiders, me, I'm afraid of barbers...
Nope, when I'll decide to cut my hair (not all of it, but a little bit) then I'll have to be very sure that the barber is a trusty non-criminal, non-insane, non-sadistic person.. I'll probably stalk her/him a few months before I decide to take it on.

Ok, here comes a couple of pictures, for the sake of this thread

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This is me and a very good friend of mine
And this is me and my parentsIn both pictures I'm wearing my bachelor hat, it's a tradition that comes from the town I live in (Uppsala) but is celebrated in all of Sweden. We wear those the final weeks of High School and then (at lest in Uppsala) the whole city meets in front of the main Library where the University-principle bids everyone welcome to a life of
more studies

. And then everyone gets drunk. (Except me since I'm a teetotaller)
Edit: Those pictures were taken about one year ago, I don't wear braceletts any more