Bottomless stomachs

Went with Andy yesterday evening at 5pm plus to cut hair at Snips Taipan. It was also the first time that I have a hairstylist that actually bothered to engage a bloody long conversation with me, since my Cantonese wasn’t up to par to do any meaningful chatting, but Chris, the dude who cut, or rather, styled, my hair, did so.

As usual he asked what hairstyle I wanted, so I said ‘short and spiky’, but he began his explanations on why I shouldn’t do so convincingly, saying that my face is long blablabla therefore need to keep my hair long and stuffs. Other than his multitude of hairstyling lingos in Cantonese, mentioning stuffs like Level 7, yu tao, etc, he was a pretty friendly guy. I’m not that good at doing small talks in a language I’m not familiar with, especially with strangers - in fact, he was the one who did most of the talking - but we eventually got to the clich?d topic of ‘where do you live’ and discovered that he stays at Court 9.

He also insisted that I dye my hair, while also assuring me that it won’t turn out to be lala-ish (whoa, and here I thought all male hairstylists with funky hairstyles are lala), since I don’t necessary have to subject my hair to violent colours like purple and red and pink. He mentioned something about light brown, and a wider terminology of styles in Cantonese, but doh the cost of dying hair would be too high anyway, so it’s best to leave my hair perfectly Asian black.

I’d go on and on about how he described to me how my hair is rough, or made a comparison between Asian hair, Western hair, and a fish, or other even more mildly interesting topics but the fact that he took an hour to do my hair is a bit mind-boggling. Maybe because he had to wash my hair too much - twice. Or maybe because he was comfortable and friendly enough to say that if ever he was bored, he’d like to go to the cybercafe behind my house with me. To CS. @___@

Yeah, anyway, in the end after styling my hair for 10-15 minutes with wax or mud (I normally took 1 quick minute), my hair looks about the same, even though he did cut here and there. It was RM25 + 5 for the shampoo (wtf, shouldn’t wash my hair next time, or I should bring my own shampoo =.=), but since we’re students and all, I’ve a 15% discount till RM25.30. Huhu. For a junior cut. Andy’s senior cut was around RM40ish.

Friday was also officially Yen’s birthday where Shawn’s family celebrated at Logenhaus Taipan, but yesterday, we celebrated it again over a dinner at Chili’s 1Utama with Shawn and Pam.

Shawn invited me to join them over MSN, and being a little too free on Saturday nights I agreed. They came in a grey Myvi to pick me up, then off we merrily went our way after debating whether to go to Las Carretas Taipan, or Chili’s.

Can’t remember the exact name of the chips, but it’s bottomless. Meaning you can refill ‘em as much as you want to your hearts content. Even the drinks - depending which - are bottomless! Three of our drinks were juices, and Yen’s was a Sprite.

ZOMG this is the 1000th image to ever appear on this site, what a landmark! (not counting the few disappearing images due to technical errors) In other news, this is the Triple Play dish.

I can’t remember what dish this actually is, but the potato was reportedly thick, creamy, and sinful.

Shawn licked his plate clean - almost literally.

Shawn and I eating the chips.

Pam took the photo; we enjoyed the meal obviously.

The complimentary brownie for the birthday girl.

The bill we racked up. Yen said I don’t need to pay since I didn’t eat much, but I felt like vomiting positively, after eating dinner at home, and eating more and more bottomless chips and drinking 3-4 mugs of juices, I felt the fullest I’ve ever been in months.

We left for (Shawn’s) home at 11pm, picking up a just-woken-up Heng from his house, and played exciting rounds of mahjong at student rate. Lama tak main tangan gatal doh.

After we played till 2.30am, with Yen finally retiring an hour and a half ago and replaced by Shawn, we then invited Andy out for a drink. After ditching ideas of the usual mamaks Tanjung and Syed Ariff, we finally settled for the 24 hours A&W near 3K, following Andy’s idea.

Pretending to be camera-shy.

Our rootbeer.

It was quite a sight as there were still a number of people up and awake - even one or two kids running around like it was in the evening. We sat there, laughed, chit-chatted (“gu kuu kuu kuuu!!”, bloody Shawn’s Doraemon voice after peeking into Andy’s handphone), and I finally reached home at 4.30am.