Director's Cut And Elegant Snacks

Today is by far one of the best days I've had in a long time.

RIght away, perfectionism came into frame.

I remember my primary school days when I was a scout. Then they used to have this fund-raising thing called the 'Job Week'. Supposed to get people to donate money by doing jobs for them. Okay, that sounds kinky, jobs and all... Haha!..

But really, it was mostly just household chores for me lah. I don't remember being enthusiastic about it, but went about doing it anyways. It was just regular household chores at home and my mother would give me some money.

It was quite pathetic. I remember clearly that I didn't felt too happy when even after I've mopped the floor, my mother still went about mopping again. It's as though I didn't do a good job like that.

Looking back, I didn't think I did a good job at mopping the floor either.

Okay, so for the record, household chores are NO CHILD'S PLAY. Children should not be allowed to do housework.

Having said that, I feel I should be fair and say that if what you're looking for is proper household chores conduct, then children are a no-no.

I did a really good job at cleaning the floor today. It felt good to have something done properly and quite perfectly, may I add. It felt strangely therapeutic. I might consider turning into a house husband or something.

I collected a huge ball of dust from the sweeping. The house is surprisingly dirty. Together with the dustball were some cool stuff. There were a couple of tiny spiders, some baby moths, fragment of Mentos wrapper, twine, solidified mud, etc.

Then I had a good plate of nasi padang for lunch. I haven't been enjoying my meals lately.

Then I had a rather pleasing phone conversation. Oh man, it was erotic and fun.

So I was feeling a bout of positive energy and decided to head right out to town.

FAR EAST PLAZA!

But because it was the school holidays, the place was packed with teenage fashionista wannabes. The sight of $20 skinny jeans made me feel like regurgitating the nasi padang I had earlier. I never get to see fashionable people on the street. What a bummer.

The only reason I go to Far East is to get my haircut. It's becoming a really bad place to shop. Maybe I'm becoming more snobbish, I don't know. Might call it 'designer' attitude also. *humpf!*

(Designer, check. Attitude, check. Designer attitude, not possible. I had talked to Jana about this too. There is a clear distinction between having an attitude and having an attitude problem.)

Anyways, the only worthy shops in Far East, and those that I go to are:

1. It's Hairy!—for my haircut. Be loyal to your hairdresser.

2. Urban Junkie—for all things cool, like Manhattan Portage bags, Nooka watches (MAN, I WOULD DIE FOR A NOOKA WATCH! I JUST LOVE A NOOKA WATCH! I WANT A NOOKA WATCH!! I WANT A NOOKA WATCH!!), Standard American Apparel T-shirts (the T-shirts feel so good! They're easily $35 for a plain one, but totally worth it. Made to be screenprinted on as well), J-Fold wallets, etc

3. Lips Enterprise—quirky, cheap accessories and everything else. It's a very cluttered store; having to browse the stuff in a cramped state. But I'd like to see it as a treasure trove. You really gotta dig to find cool stuff.

So I finally had my haircut! Phew! What a relief!

I heard from Hairianto that the senior stylist isn't working there anymore. She's really good. I would prefer her over the junior stylist. I mean, I didn't mind getting the other stylist, but why settle for second when you can get first?

And I'm not a make-an-appoinment-with-a-stylist kinda person, so the stylist I get is largely due to luck. Apparently, today was extremely lucky.

I got my hair cut by the director seh... He's like the best of the best, crème de la crème! Mr BossMan himself.

Excellent translator of my vision. I suspect he's somewhat magical. They way he worked with his hands were amazing! Lightly combing with his fingers, meticulously taking excess weight out, talking about 'texture' and 'weight' and I was asking about 'silhouettes' and 'cropping'. I like it when people understand design lingo.

Also, when your stylist/hairdresser tells you about 'texture', 'movement', 'weight', 'silhouette', you know he's a keeper.

He looked at my La.Ga bag, and immediately said it was made of Tyvek.




IT IS NOT A PAPER BAG. IT DOES NOT TEAR. IT IS NOT TRASH.

I brag about it not being able to tear even if you tried. But there is a tiny nick on the bag because a while back, some egotistical A-hole thought he's for sure able to tear this 'paper bag'. Then this A-hole took the bag up to his mouth and nicked it with his incisor. Why didn't he just stick shit up my ass?!

So snip, snip, snip, et voila! I got a very good haircut! There was no sign of the dreadful razor. Electric razors are hazardous to great haircuts, trust me.

I knew very well that I had to pay more than usual lah, but it was well worth every penny what, right? I was all smiles after he was done. Before payment, he gently broke the news to me that I had to pay more. It was so amusing, what he did.

I should have just went, "WHAT?!" and refused to pay up eh?

Then I walked around town, all the time fighting the itch to go shopping. It was a victory on my part. I managed to steer myself away from potential retail therapy spots.

I got home, dinner was waiting. It wasn't the best dinner, so I had myself a little snack.

It is, in my opinion, a very elegant snack, cheese and crackers.




Elegant and very very good. Too bad I didn't have an elegant butter knife to tie the whole mood together.