I

I AM CAM WHORING

Nothing going on here. Just let me cam whore for a little while, please.

II

TRIP TO THE HAIRDRESSER'S

I went to the hairdresser's today. Not the extravagant aristocratic outlet across the border, where I would have shelled out almost seventy dollars for a cut, wash and perm, but a less opulently-outfitted petit-bourgeois one right here in town itself. It helped that Adel knew the lady in charge of the establishment - she insisted, quite assertively, that said proprietor take personal charge of my follicular treatment. Not her assistants, who all looked the same to me fashion-wise and mane-wise, but the proprietor, specifically. And so I sat under her scissors for roughly twenty minutes. At the start the proprietor gave me some comics to read. I took one look at the cover and gasped - Lao Fu Zi!!! Memories of my tormented yet brilliant childhood came rushing back as I remembered happy, mirth-filled afternoons looking at stacks of Lao Fu Zi comics, mostly bequeathed to me by one of my uncles. (I think he was the loudest of all my mum's brothers. He wore gold rings encrusted with bulbous jade and gave me the hongbao with the highest value during Chinese New Year. He laughed even louder and loved to play mahjong, just like everyone else. His daughter is a pretty, quirky theatre performer whom I spent the last World Cup Final with. She has great fashion sense and goes to greater lengths not to spontaneously combust living under the same roof as her father. Anyway, I digress. The main issue was about the Lao Fu Zi comics.) Adel planted herself on a seat to my right and commenced gazing at me. I did not notice until much later, when I started laughing at one of the more amusing strips. (I always never fail to laugh at Mr Potato, who is so fat and short and round I just crack up looking at him walk, talk, slip on a puddle and fall on his fat ass, etc.) She smiled, and it was not a pencil-thin smile, it was a smile that exposed her vampiric teeth, so whatever made her smile must have been really amusing, and that subject happens to be me. And a quick upward glance at the mirror brought me the realization that the proprietor was also amused that Adel would be amused at me being amused at a Lao Fu Zi comic. How wonderful. I cracked up a number of times during the twenty-minute cut. I didn't even give my hair much thought - the proprietor could have fucked up my hair and I wouldn't even have given two hoots. Ok, I might, but I wouldn't have noticed at all until it was too late. I was that distracted. I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it. Lao Fu Zi and his merry men are just too comic, even if it's entirely in Chinese calligraphic script. Heh, heh, heh.

And my cut cost only fourteen dollars! That is amazing. I will go back there again. Cheap cut with Lao Fu Zi comics to boot. Wonderful.