Personal Interest, General Issues and News
Don’t think any Malaysians from my generation had not been to an Indian barber in the neighbourhood. Image (Source)
My first experience of going to a barber was back in the old neighbourhood where the barber was actually the neighbour who lived in the same row of houses like us.…
(Considering how criminals these days being bold on their act, this may look funny but it is hardly a laughing matter, especially when it is not safe to venture out these days. Psst, the whole ATM machines still get “screwed” to this day. Image source: http://www.flickriver.com)
The whole of last week, I was so busy with work and other stuff (excuses, excuses) that I did not have time to shave.
I started to look like a Neanderthal man – unshaven and the moustache & beard had grown like a wild bush. I started to look sick, so much so some of colleagues started asking me whether I was having a problem or was having a fever.…
(I was away for a 2 days workshop but managed to post something about my son in between my busy schedule)
One of the tough things that a man can do is getting a haircut for his 2 year old son.
It’s tough because I have a difficult time to keep my still a hyperactive 2 year old son whilst going through scissors, razors and electric haircutter.…
(Haircut of the extreme! Image source: http://www.chinatoday.com)
Went to the barber last week and I remembered a story that happened when I was studying law. One of the lecturers, who always sported a thick long hair for a very long time, came in to our class one day with a very short hair (as short as those inmates in Pusat Serenti)
…Student 1: Sir, did you cut your hair?