Haircut Phobia

As I was getting a haircut last Sunday, I made a shocking discovery: I have a phobia of getting my hair cut.

Lets rewind to what my haircuts are about. From the year 2004 till 20 August 2007, I have only been to a hairdresser twice. No, I'm not one of those people whose hair takes 6 months to grow 1 inch. My hair grows pretty quickly. All the other times in those 3 years that I had an overgrown 'do, I got my Mum to give my hair a trim.

Two weeks ago, Fiona told me she's sick of my look and recommended me a salon. I agreed because I figured I needed a new look (I've been wanting a fringe for a while but I don't want Mum having a try at giving me one), so I decided to give this place a shot.

Haircut Day
I showed the hairdresser a photo of an Eva Mendes style...

Eva Mendes

...and he did a nice job of a Princess Mary 'do.

Princess Mary

I'm quite happy with it, although it got a little poofy after washing.

According to King, my very chatty hairdresser, he has successfully given me a "modern, professional, confident and sexy" look, which is "versatile because you can do a left-side fringe or a right-side fringe" and which is "easy to manage because you're a busy working person and can't spend an hour in front of the mirror."

Holy Mother of God. I've never met anyone who gave a haircut that many descriptive words and I had no idea he put this much thought into it. I'm gonna be a repeat customer, for sure; even if I'm only doing it because I believe that from the way he talks, this dude should be in advertising. He's certainly got me hooked.

Idiotic Airline Rules. And How Sam's Hair Caught Fire.

Absurd travel rules are getting people all around the world worked up. One that astounded me was the rule about not more than 100ml liquids on carry-on luggage. I can think of a million reasons this will inconvenience people more than keep them safe, and I'm sure you can too.

What amazed me even more was the utter idiocy of the bloody American government. Thankfully, it seems like Americans think so too.

Check out these Absurd Travel Rules highlighted on MSN.

(By the way, I checked out "idiocy" on a dictionary. It means "extreme mental retardation". I heart vocabulary)

On another note, I've sucessfully stayed away from smoking for 3 months now. Going clubbing/drinking rarely affects the urge to smoke, but when it does, I just think of a time when I felt awful after a smoke and the urge goes away. So if you're thinking of quitting, try that and let me know if it works!

Speaking of drinking, there was a farewell 'do for Samuel who has gone off to Singapore. We went drinking at Decanter in Hartamas. Toward the end of the night, Reyhan decided to buy Sam a Flaming Lamboghini. So the glasses got on fire, and Sam was sucking away, when the tower of glasses suddenly swayed and crashed to the floor. That was fine, until I saw that his hair had caught fire! Holy shit, I was so dead scared (read: not too sober) that I got rooted to the spot.
Stay tuned for the video of the incident.

Later, I was disgusted at myself for not getting into action to put the fire out. Poor Sam. His beloved hair smelt burnt. We spent some time in the boys' toilet helping him by being indignant and making soothing sounds.

What a way to leave.