hair story
my theory has always been, if you want to know more about current affairs, sit the taxi.
but if you want to hear a commentary on the current affairs topics, go for a haircut with MY hairdresser.
i've been with this hairdresser since i was 17, the love affair started when he correctly diagnose the problem to my unruly hair. it was hook, line and sinker. i was sold to his hands for the next 6 years and counting, sitting in his chair, allowing no one else on the face of the earth to cut my hair except him.
it is not a mistake at all. once, out of desperation, i entered another salon and had my fringe trimmed, i repeat, just trimmed, by another stylist. i left the salon upset with the state of my haircut even though my friends said there wasn't any much of a difference. no one can touch my hair except my hairdresser. and recently, i've risen up to the upper echelons of the relationship when he gave me his mobile number and told me to give him a call should i wish to make an appointment and i'm unable to.
"when i'm fully booked, sometimes it's cos i don't want to take anymore clients. you call me and i'll do your hair if i am free."
but this allegiance comes with a price. my wonderful hairdresser is a person who speculates a lot about politics and current affairs and he loves giving his opinions on what is wrong with our country.
this means too that i've to sit and listen to him for at least 2 hours - the time it takes to get my haircut right.
now knowing where i work at, my hairdresser decides to ask me for my "expert" opinion as to how he can write a complaint letter and have it published instead of being censored. he tells me the contents of his letter almost word for word in chinese and as much as i can understand, i had difficulty explaining to him why the media cannot publish his commentary on his disappointment that Mas Selamat is not caught yet.
and my adorable hairdresser can sure go on. i asked him if he was willing to say all those in the media and he loudly proclaimed that it is exactly what he hopes to do. so that's it. if i need to find out what the man on the street thinks, i know just the guy to look for.
this time, i sat there listening to him for a good 4 hours, him taking a short break when i had to make a phonecall.
the thing is, i don't mind listening to him talk. i like listening to people talk so that i can process where they are coming from and see if there's a potential story to do there.
and every year, i come visit him about twice.
because i'm a girl, i can get away with cutting my mane only once, at most twice a year. and he cuts it so well the shape lasts for a year.
so i went by yesterday because i was due for a haircut, i wanted to do something different with my look and i wanted to use it to signify a fresh start to everything.
a visit to a hairsalon is like a sacred pilgrimage for any girl.
it's your moment where you can drop the worries of the world and let someone fawn and fuss over you. you make your prayers, hoping that your hairstyle will turn out nice by the time you step out of the salon and you compare yourself with other pretty people around.
i left the salon looking significantly different, deciding that this huge risk i'm taking will be something i will do only once in my life and i'm still allowed to do that at this age.
after this, i'm going back to normalcy, acting the part for my job and not do something like this again.
the world may detest the way it looks but hey, hair is hair. it will grow out someday. you live only once, do something you know you wouldnt do when you are 50.
so far the guys don't like the cut but the girls do. sigh.. singlehood not only beckons, i think i'm locked in it with shackles.
but at least i made one guy happy. one guy who looked at me with pride and joy and said something he didn't talk about the whole day, "very nice what. now got attitude."
my hairdresser.
but if you want to hear a commentary on the current affairs topics, go for a haircut with MY hairdresser.
i've been with this hairdresser since i was 17, the love affair started when he correctly diagnose the problem to my unruly hair. it was hook, line and sinker. i was sold to his hands for the next 6 years and counting, sitting in his chair, allowing no one else on the face of the earth to cut my hair except him.
it is not a mistake at all. once, out of desperation, i entered another salon and had my fringe trimmed, i repeat, just trimmed, by another stylist. i left the salon upset with the state of my haircut even though my friends said there wasn't any much of a difference. no one can touch my hair except my hairdresser. and recently, i've risen up to the upper echelons of the relationship when he gave me his mobile number and told me to give him a call should i wish to make an appointment and i'm unable to.
"when i'm fully booked, sometimes it's cos i don't want to take anymore clients. you call me and i'll do your hair if i am free."
but this allegiance comes with a price. my wonderful hairdresser is a person who speculates a lot about politics and current affairs and he loves giving his opinions on what is wrong with our country.
this means too that i've to sit and listen to him for at least 2 hours - the time it takes to get my haircut right.
now knowing where i work at, my hairdresser decides to ask me for my "expert" opinion as to how he can write a complaint letter and have it published instead of being censored. he tells me the contents of his letter almost word for word in chinese and as much as i can understand, i had difficulty explaining to him why the media cannot publish his commentary on his disappointment that Mas Selamat is not caught yet.
and my adorable hairdresser can sure go on. i asked him if he was willing to say all those in the media and he loudly proclaimed that it is exactly what he hopes to do. so that's it. if i need to find out what the man on the street thinks, i know just the guy to look for.
this time, i sat there listening to him for a good 4 hours, him taking a short break when i had to make a phonecall.
the thing is, i don't mind listening to him talk. i like listening to people talk so that i can process where they are coming from and see if there's a potential story to do there.
and every year, i come visit him about twice.
because i'm a girl, i can get away with cutting my mane only once, at most twice a year. and he cuts it so well the shape lasts for a year.
so i went by yesterday because i was due for a haircut, i wanted to do something different with my look and i wanted to use it to signify a fresh start to everything.
a visit to a hairsalon is like a sacred pilgrimage for any girl.
it's your moment where you can drop the worries of the world and let someone fawn and fuss over you. you make your prayers, hoping that your hairstyle will turn out nice by the time you step out of the salon and you compare yourself with other pretty people around.
i left the salon looking significantly different, deciding that this huge risk i'm taking will be something i will do only once in my life and i'm still allowed to do that at this age.
after this, i'm going back to normalcy, acting the part for my job and not do something like this again.
the world may detest the way it looks but hey, hair is hair. it will grow out someday. you live only once, do something you know you wouldnt do when you are 50.
so far the guys don't like the cut but the girls do. sigh.. singlehood not only beckons, i think i'm locked in it with shackles.
but at least i made one guy happy. one guy who looked at me with pride and joy and said something he didn't talk about the whole day, "very nice what. now got attitude."
my hairdresser.