The last time I cut my hair was in North Korea to look like Supreme Leader Kim Jong Un.
Because the haircut was so special, I promised myself never cut to my hair again.
That was on 10 April 2016.
In two years, my hair grew so long that I started wearing a bandana to manage it.
My family and co-workers had gotten sick of seeing my long hair and bandana, and told me so.
Even I became so annoyed with my own hair that I wanted to cut it, but a promise is a promise. I am nothing if not a man of my word.
Then the summit happened. One of the unlikeliest events in history and it took place in Singapore.
It was fate giving me an excuse to get a haircut.
I told myself it was okay to break my promise as long as I’m in the same country as the Supreme Leader when I cut my hair.
I mean, what are the odds me being in the same country as Kim without going to North Korea?
And so yesterday, as Rocket Man and the dotard were having their summit on Sentosa, I went to nearby VivoCity to get a haircut at LA Barbershop.
Of course, I asked to look like Supreme Leader Kim again.
I would say that was worth $20 million.
Though the haircut (including wash) cost me personally more than $40.
Now the question is, when will I get another haircut?
I guess I have to wait for the next Singapore summit.
Or go back to North Korea.
If they let me.
EARLIER: I went to North Korea & asked for the Kim Jong Un haircut (and lived)
TRENDING POSTS OF THE WEEK
-
Dear producers of Code Of Law , My condolences on your new Channel 5 drama series. As a former TV producer for Channel 5 myself, I sympath...
-
When I learnt that Vernetta Lopez ’s autobiography Memoirs Of A DJ: Life In Progress was published last week, I rushed to the nearest major...
-
Lately, I've been noticing the recurring use of an unfamiliar word on social media. Aisey. Posted by SMRT Ltd (Feedback) on Wedne...
-
There will be no Today tomorrow. At least in print form. On Friday, Mediacorp published the final print edition of Today newspaper and S...
-
So I was shooting the breeze with this ladyboy I met at a bar in the beach resort town of Pattaya , Thailand, while on shore leave. I wi...
-
I first met Darryl David at Gurmit Singh's wedding dinner in 1995. David's date was a woman named Lynette Pang , who was a stag...
-
Dear Minister of Transport, Sorry to bother you. I know you’re busy taking selfies in front of the Covid-19 vaccine transport plane. ...
-
Dear Glenn Ong, Congratulations! I just read that you’re finally marrying fellow radio DJ Jean Danker in December. It’s about time, r...
-
Years ago, I was in a video store in Parkway Parade. The young shop assistant asked if she could help me. I said no thanks, I was only brows...
-
Alamak, nasi lemak. Do you know that “nasi lemak” spelt backwards is “Kamel Isan”, which happens to be the name of my Facebook friend in...