VANITY AFFAIR

one of the (very few) things that i like about living in d*bai is that you can still go and get a haircut even when it's 11 o'clock at night. this works great for me cos most of the time, i'd only reach home from work at about 9.30. and maybe it's just where i'm staying, but there's at least FIVE salons within walking distance from my apartment. i have seriously never been more spoilt for choice in terms of choosing a neighbourhood saloon.

i just had another haircut two nights ago. taking advantage of the situation here, i WALKED to a salon behind my apartment at 10.30 p.m. (now there's a sentence that i can never write in m'sia). the hairdressser was an egyptian. very yummy (you guys need to trust my judgement here - i'm not making this up). and friendly too. too bad he speaks like 10 words of english - "i speak arabic, i speak french. i no speak english". now the clever thing to do after that honest admission by the hairdresser would be to get up and leave. i mean, how do i expect him give me the haircut that i want if i can't even tell him what i want? but it was a little bit too late because he has already strated with the shaver thingy when he said that. and i was afraid that the next hairdresser won't be as cute... heheh.

so he continued on. along the way, he asked me a few questions. like what do i do for a living. actually his exact words were "what work?" to which i replied "accountant". then there was a confused expression on that cute face of his. "accountand? what accountand". alamak, how do i explain this? finally i just said, "bank. i work bank". "ah....". thank god he's satisfied with my answer. then he continued with playing with my hair (well, cutting it was more like it - but playing with it sounds so much better!)

how was the haircut? it was TERRIBLE. it was wayyy too short (my colleague jokingly asked me the next day when did i join the military). but for the 25 bucks that i paid, it was totally worth it. not the haircut, but the hair fondling and caressing that came with it.. heheh. i guess getting a haircut was pretty much the only physical action that i'm getting from another guy here. and how pathetic is that? VERY.

sigh ....i wish my hair can grow faster..... ;P. ouh-ouh, maybe i can brush up on my french before i make the next trip to the salon. then i could go up to that guy and say something like "monsieur hairdresseur , voulez vous coucher avec moi?" (don't bother correcting me, i know that it's wrong)

in my dreams that is.