This going on leave business gave me back my life this week and I still don’t know what to do with it. By the time I figure it out, it’ll be back to work.
Getting increasingly frustrated and saddened by matters of the heart and other parts, I did what any boy would want to do – I went and got a haircut. Actually, what prompted the emergency haircut was the TODAY artist’s caricature. That upset me a lot this morning. I couldn’t eat my breakfast after looking at it.
Cheryl the Chio Stylist was too busy to take any appointments, so I settled for Jonathan the guy stylist. Cheryl did say hi and thank me for saying nice things about her (on this blog! she read!) though. Izorg the shampoo boy / apprentice didn’t seem as happy.
Jonathan ran a comb through my hair and said, ‘are you balding or do you have a receding hairline?’
So I showed him the TODAY caricature and said, ‘See this? Fix it’.
And he said, ‘OK, I’ll give you a fringe’.
Having a new, unfamiliar stylist makes you make the obligatory small talk, and today, I offered, ‘yeah, my hair is confirm very messy one, and stubborn, because it’s the curse of being a Hainanese man’.
Jonathan says, ‘You Hainanese? Me too? See?’, and he takes off the beanie he’s wearing to show me his unmanageable hair and receding hairline. You know he’s earned his customer’s confidence by doing that, and he gets me a pretty decent upgrade on my hairstyle, which I am now still wearing proudly before I sleep and flatten the parts that aren’t supposed to be flat. Hopefully I’ll still look like Sonic the Hedgehog tomorrow morning. So stylo.
Sweetest Thing from the album “B-Sides 1980-1990” by U2
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