Haircut
10 AUG 08

I ALWAYS dread going to the barber. I remembered at least 2 incidents when I was a kid, I ended up with some nasty hairdos. I went back home and my Mum dragged me back to the barber shop while I cried. Oh the humiliation. But then again, I can’t completely place the blame on the barbers. I’m partly to be blamed too because I’m way too shy in telling them what I want. Whenever they ask me, I would just say some thing like;
"Just cut it short please."

To me “Pendek aje lah bang”, is code for what I REALLY want, which is; a haircut that is not too short till I look like an NS boy or a cut too little till I can’t see no difference. Seriously, what am I supposed to say?


"Short don't be too short. Long don't be too long.
For short, don't cut long-long."
That will make me sound like a very “leceh” customer and I don’t like being that. I prefer to fake a smile, give a thumbs up and cry when I get back home naked in the corner of my bathroom. I wish barbers can read minds.

Instructing the barber is not always a bad thing. I do have artsy fartsy friends who have their own regular hair dressers they go to and they would instruct the Vidal Sasson professional to the precise detail on how every curl, fringe, sideburn, tint should look and behave. And the result is a really stylish haircut. Haircuts that would make girls forget that you are unemployed. But like I said, I’m not the sort of customer that would demand stuff… Yup, barbers love me.

 

Another thing I don’t like about getting the haircut is the jargon that these barbers will throw at you. Some hairstyle terms like “slope”, “flat top” and “layered” are quite well known but when they ask questions like:

"Your sideburn, I cut "seven", can or not?"
What the heck does a “sideburn seven” looks like? Since when does Math become part of a hairstyle? There was also another time the barber proposed to cut my hair with the what he called the “gentleman’s haircut.” I don’t know how to refuse.
"Wah! This is what I call the "gentleman's haircut" with "seven" sideburns. Handsome right?"

This phobia with barbers got so bad that I was suckered into buying a “Cut your own hair device” I’ve seen on TV. The device demonstrated how easy it was to cut your own hair, plus it could trim your beard, goatee or whatever straying hair follicles that you might have. Just snap on the comb plastic on the razor and glide it through your hair. Yeah right. The last thing I knew was I had bald patches on my scalp. I look liked I was receiving some chemotherapy treatment for cancer patients. I used it only once and now the gadget is in my cupboard. I’m planning to recycle it as a gift to a hairy friend.

Oh well, I’ve been to 3 type of barbers; your neighbourhood Malay abang barber, the indian barber that cut my hair at Serangoon and lastly a Korean barber in Los Angeles. I’ll write about them soon.

Snip! Snip!
Evil Bunny

 
 
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