The Hair Situation

So after avoiding the barber or hairdresser for six months, this is how I looked like now.

I know I look like crap here. I’m still tired from yesterday paintball games and my face is slightly sunburned. Sydney’s furnace temperature of 34 degrees Celsius is making things worse. 

Anyway, here’s the moment of truth:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is the longest length I’ve kept my hair. I did have long hair before but the length was previously slightly below the ear while it is now touching my shoulders.

I tied up my hair before but I usually tie up the back of my hair because my fringe was not that long enough. So this is the first time tying up my fringe and top part of my hair.

It took me 30 minutes to get it right. Even then, it looks very, very haphazardly done.

My fringe is a lot shorter than the back and sides so I’m planning to get the back and sides shorten to even it out.

When I get back to Singapore, I know the reactions I am going to get:

Twin Brother: “Wow, that’s a damn cool hairstyle”

Sister: “You look weird.” or “Wow, long hair.” or “Hey you can tie your hair!”

Parents: “Can you please cut your hair? I’ll pay for your haircut.”

Grandma: “It is very untidy, go get it cut.”

Relatives: “AIYOH! Long hair! You look Japanese.”

Friends: “Wow, cool hairstyle.” or “Funky style.” or “How long did you not cut your hair?” or “You look Japanese.”

Army Buddies: “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???? WHY KEEP LONG HAIR?? CUT YOUR HAIR!” or “You look Japanese.”

I’m used to these reactions by now. I got them when I kept my hair long previously, but this is the longest my hair has been. So the reactions will probably be multiplied ten-fold.

My answers to all the negative reactions?

Ignore them.

For my parents, I have a tactic. You see, my Dad kept his hair long when he was my age. So I can use that against him. Hehehehe. I can tell him that Singapore does not ban long hair anymore and guys with long hair are quite common nowadays.

It is very ironic that my Dad kept long hair back when the Singapore government banned long hair and was cracking down on youth who had long hair during the 1970s. The reason for this ban and crack down was because the Singapore government associate long hair with drugs, hooliganism and social disorder.

Guys with long hair = Rock and roll, sex, drugs, hooliganism and social disorder = BAD Western influences.

Yes, it is a very draconic and foolish law. In fact, my Dad told me that all bands/performers/singers with long hair had to cut their hair short before coming to Singapore to perform. Of course, no bands wanted that and most band avoided Singapore. The Bee Gees were the last long-haired band to perform in Singapore.

Not only that, the police would go around catching guys with long hair because it was assumed that these people were drug addicts. These guys would then get a haircut from the police force weather they liked it or not. 

Just imagine, policeman going around catching long-haired guys and giving them haircuts. And this was the period when triads, gangs and the criminal underworld had a very strong presence in Singapore. Instead of catching these guys, the police went around hunting civilians with long hair.

Anyway, sometime during the late 1970s or early 1980s, I can’t remember when, the Singapore government finally lifted the ban on long hair and long-haired band/performer/singer could perform in Singapore.

But all guys, including me, still have to endure being bald and keep short hair for two years in our life.

We call that National Service.

Well, so that’s a short snippet of the history of Singaporean guys’ long hair.

Anyway, I am going to get my hair cut when I return to Singapore but only to even out the length. I’m planning to keep my hair long, probably shoulder length. After all, who knows how long I can keep my hair long? Life is short, so we should make the most of it.

As you can see, I have facial hair too. I know, I know, it doesn’t suits me and my facial hair is not thick enough to grow a proper mustache and beard. In fact, my army buddy, H, said I looked like a hobo with my facial hair and long hair.

I actually like that. I’ve always wanted to look like a hobo for some apparent reason.

He also said I looked like a Japanese. I get that comments many times and a lot of people always mistake me as a Japanese. How exactly do I look like a Japanese? HOW?

As much as I want to, I can’t shave my facial hair. I am in this competition called “Movember” and in this competition, participants are not allowed to shave or trim their facial hair. It started on 1st November and it is now 23rd November. So basically I have not shaved from the past 23 days. I am looking forward to 30th November when this competition ends.

Here’s a snapshot of the competition:

 

 

 

 

I know I am going to lose, so wish me luck and curse my competitors. I hope my competitors loose their facial hair overnight in some freak miracle. Seven more days of facial hair!

I’ve just watched Wedding Crashers and I found it hilarious. It was my first time watching it, well, not exactly first time, I did watched bits and parts of it on HBO but it was my first time watching the full length of the movie.

I must say, Owen Wilson and Vince Vaungh are great in the movie. Their acting and jokes really complement each other.

And I have a new crush on Rachel McAdams. I did watch her movies Mean Girls, The Hot Chick and Red Eye but never really gave a second thought about her. I did find her hot but didn’t really take notice of her until I watched Wedding Crashers. The three previous movies I mentioned, I watched it because of the other actresses/actors. For example, The Hot Chick was a Rob Schneider’s movie and it provided me some entertaining laughs during a boring afternoon. Besides, the pirated DVD was cheap.

Same reason for Mean Girls, I watched it because of Lindsay Lohan and Lacey Chabert and as for Red Eye, I was a fan of Cillian Murphy at that time, after seeing him as Scarecrow on Batman Begins. Yet during these movies, I’ve never took notice of Rachel McAdams until now.

For the record, I have not seen The Notebook.

I like this song that was played at the end of the movie:

 

That is going into my iPod, if I can get my iPod fixed.

We May Share the Same Name, But No, I’m Not Going to Accept Your Friend Request

The title above says it all.

I have the fortunate (or unfortunate, depending on how you look at it) honour of having an unusual name.

See “The Day Daer Born and Died at the Debates” for the unfortunate honour of having an unusual name.

And apparently, it’s a unisex name. I’ve  just found out about that unisex thing.

How?

Through the wonderful social networking site we called Facebook.

If you’re wondering what my name is, it’s already screaming at you on my blog’s site name. Yes, that’s my real name, its not some nom de plume I randomly came up with (ooo… ending a sentence with a preposition. So flame me, grammarians.)

Here’s the story of how I found out my name was a unisex name.

One day, deciding to waste my time and life instead of doing something productive, I logged onto my Facebook account. In the Request box at the top right corner of my screen, it showed me that I have 22 requests from my friends to do either of the following:

1) Join some group.

2) Join them in Mafia Wars and help them kick some ass, or get my ass kicked.

3) Join them in poker games. (Dude, let’s just meet up and play face-to-face).

4) Join Mouse Hunt.

5) Accept a gift from them. (Thanks, but I prefer to accept something real from you, in person).

6) Do an IQ test. (Just face it, I’m MUCH SMARTER than you).

7) Do/Join/Accept something so random and obscure that I don’t even know it exist on Facebook.

So I ignored all these requests, and when I mean by ignore, I don’t bother clicking on the “Ignore” button, I just leave it as it is. I don’t know why I do that, maybe it’s because I like to look at all those requests from time to time. Weird habit.

So beside those 22 requests, I saw that I had a friend request. Finally, I have an another friend! I must be getting popular in some way, even though my social circle expands at the rate of a sloth crawling for its dear life.

But a friend is better than nothing, right?

So I clicked on the “Friend Request” link, and…

Found myself staring at a picture of a girl who I’ve never, ever, in my entire life, seen/met/spoken before.

Not only I did not know her, she share the same name as me.

Her name was Zareth. So that’s how I found out my name is unisex.

 

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This is her. She’s cute and she’s from Venezuela. So that mean’s she speaks Spanish. I just malign her profile picture to protect her identity. 

So, she’s cute, she’s from an South American country and she speaks Spanish.  So, accept her request! I would have accepted it on a whim if I knew her, but I didn’t. 

I’m quite anal about accepting friend requests on Facebook. When I first started out on Facebook (3 years ago, good old days), majority of my friends were high school classmates. Yet, at the same time, I would get requests from people I have no idea who they were and why they would want to be my friend.

Because I’m good-looking?

No that can’t be it.

Or cause I’m fun? I look fun?

No that can’t be right either. It sounds wrong too.

So I’ll take a look at their friend list and their wall to get some clue whether I’ve met them somewhere. I remember looking at another  girl’s profile because she sent me a friend request and I read about 26 wall comments on her profile, all of them repeating the same thing:

“Hi, thanks for the add, do I know you?”

“Hi, do I know you from somewhere? Thanks for the add btw.”

“You’re cute. Do I know you? 😀 😛 :DDDDD”

“Hey there, thanks for the add! Do I know you?”

Well, you get the gist.

This girl was basically going around collecting friends. Why would she want to do that? I know Facebook is a social networking site but it’s awkward going around and asking people to be your friend just because you want to have a lot of friends. I know some of you may say “But Zareth, that’s how friendships began! People start off as strangers and end up as friends! Someone has to make the first move!”

Well, hear me out first. So I accept the girl’s request (not the Zareth girl, in case you’re confused) and wrote on her wall:

“Hey, do I know you?”

And she replied:

“Haha, no, but I just wanna be friends.”

Me:

“Uh, ok.”

This was our first and last wall conversation, which took place more than two years ago. Yes, two years. Since then we have not spoken to each other and I still do not know who the heck she is. Yet everyday, when I log onto Facebook, I see her activities, her friends and her photos on my homepage. I bet she sees mine too. And she doesn’t bother keeping in touch. What a friend.

So this girl was the last random friend request I accepted on Facebook. Then came alone this Zareth girl. Unfortunately for her, I learned my lesson and by then, have set down a few ground rules about friend requests. In order starting from most important to least important:

1) I know you personally or I have met you in person at least once.

2) I know you through a mutual friend and have at least spoken to you in person once.

3) I don’t know you personally but we share at least 10 mutual friends, so I must have met you before.

4) You mistook me for my fraternal twin brother. Well, it happens.

5) You’re one hot chick. Can I have you numba?

Number 5 doesn’t happen often. In fact, it happened only once, and that’s because the girl saw that I was under the University of Sydney network and she was under the same network, so she send me a friend request. Unfortunately, we only spoke once and that was it. 

Anyway, Zareth girl didn’t meet the top 4 requirements. So I ignore her request and just left her friend request hanging around in my Request box. A few months pass and I forgotten about her request completely.

Then today, when I logged onto Facebook, I saw that I had another new friend request. I was curious to know who was it because I haven’t met anyone new in person.

So I clicked on the link and…

I saw a guy who had my name too.

What the….

 

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Picture maligned to protect his identity.

I definitely do not know this guy because under his information, he went to a sports high school in the Malaysian state of Sarawak, which is on the Borneo Island. The last time I’ve been onto the Borneo Island was when I was five and that was when I was staying in Brunei. 

I guess these two Zareths wanted to add me on their friend list because they’ve never seen a Chinese guy with such an unusual name and they want to share their unusual names with me. Or they thought that their names were unusual and was surprised to see another guy with the same name. Either way, although I want to celebrate my name with theirs, I’m not going to accept their friend requests.

They can create a “Zareth” group on Facebook and sent me an invitation though. But then, I might just ignore the request too.

Unless there’s a hot chick that share my name.

Now, that’s another matter.