My Last Haircut of the Year

Last weekend we went to my parent's house. We haven't been back in a while due to work and study commitments plus my nephew had been diagnosed with HFM (hand, foot and mouth disease) and was recuperating at my mom's place so I refused to take the kids there.

Since En Rashid had badminton on Friday night, we decided to go on Saturday. The whole day was basically spent catching up on stuff and playing cards with my parents. I won, hahahha...despite my dad's futile attempts to play dirty.

On Sunday, my mom took us (me and the girls) out for our haircut. The nearest shop was close so we decided to head to Subang.

This is Dina and Daria before their haircut.

Dina getting her haircut. When I asked the amoi how much it would cost to cut her hair, she said RM10. I bargained saying that Dina only needed her fringe cut. So the amoi charged us RM5 instead.

Daria getting anxious; do I have to cut my hair, ibu? Daria's hair is a nightmare in the sense, I could cut her hair today and next week it would be full and thick again. I asked the amoi to thin out Daria's hair at the back and make it short in front. Short enough that I didn't have to take her for a haircut for at least another month.

OK, this part I don't understand. It's not like she hasn't had a haircut before but Daria just lost it yesterday. She started crying, complete with tears running down her face, causing all of her hair to stick to her face. It took a lollipop to calm her down, even then she insisted in me holding her hand.

Here are the girls after their haircut. Not much difference actually because Dania and Dina only cut their fringe.

I got my hair cut also yesterday. Pretty dramatic one if you ask me.
On a good hair day, this is what I look like.....

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Hah!! But seriously...it CAN look that good.
On a bad hair day, this is what I look like.

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Yes...I look like a boy. Sigh....