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My First Time Cutting...


...at Kimage.

Let me backtrack a little...

The first Monday of the month is dreaded by everyone because of this thing called Master Parade, where our attire will be inspected by the CO. I kena this time because last Monday was a public holiday, thus the parade was pushed to tomorrow.

Damn. This meant that I had to get my hair cut.

Being such a last minute person, i left it till the day before the parade to get my haircut.

Usually i'd go to hairdressing schools like Jean Yip Academy, where they do a decent job for the price of $8. However...

NONE of the schools open on Sundays!

-HORRORS-

It was a frantic search for a suitably priced place for my coiffure.

I refused entertaining any notion of returning to EC House (they made me out to look like a mushroom), or worse, Sri Nada (where "uncle, can i have my hair thinner?" means i walk out looking like a fresh recruit).

My usual Monsoon was too pricey (at $36!) for a NSF, so that was out too...

I asked around and someone (yes i know you'll read this) suggested going to Kimage, to have my mane trimmed by the trainees there for an average price of $16.80. Getting a cut from the senior stylists would cost around the same price as going to Monsoon.

I hear gasps... Really, it's not very expensive, considering the service and the outcome. My hair would be in good hands, and since i'm blinded most of the time (my degree renders me useless without my specs), this reassures me that i'll not walk out of the salon, go to the top floor and fling myself off the building.

I was worried that there wouldn't be any trainees around, it being a Sunday and everything. A call down to the Northpoint outlet allayed my fears and i promptly made an appointment.



As you can see, i slapped a miniscule amount of my rapidly depleting clay to at least make it have a semblance of some style. I toyed with the idea of going all the way to Yishun, my hair unaltered. Obviously my vain alterego prevented that idea from materialising.

Walking that distance towards Kimage, in plain sight of everyone at the counter (there was about 5 people just slacking at the counter, and you can bet they all were staring at me) was unnerving.

There were only a few customers, sitting around the spacious room like Little Bo Peep's sheep. I felt slightly ridiculous telling the desk that i had a prior appointment. What made it even more amusing was what my name was nowhere to be found.

I got escorted into the salon nonetheless.

My last moments of sight was filled with this lau jiao zar bor asking me how i wanted my hair to be cut and instructing a guy who couldn't have been much older than me, or maybe even younger i can't decide, to shampoo my hair first.

I took off my spectacles when the shampoo boy came with shampoo in one hand and squirt bottle in the other. Fuzzy vision became my companion for the next forty minutes.

I always have a problem of not knowing where to look when my hair gets shampooed. If i look at the shampooer, he might get offended by my staring (the fact that i could only see the shampooer's outline makes it worse). If i shut my eyes, the shampooer might think that i'm snotty. I ended up just staring into space as he shampooed my hair.

Have i mentioned that i freaking love those head massages that salons used to provide while shampooing the customer's hair? Sadly, along the years, i seemed to be getting it less and less, even though i pay so much for their service.

However, this time i was pleasantly surprised when the shampoo boy started massaging my scalp, my temples and ohhhhhh my neck. I wasn't very satisfied with the scalp massages as he was surprisingly gentle and lacked pressure, but the neck massage was heavenly.

I did some leg raises yesterday and somehow, the muscles at my neck were the only ones that were aching.

When the shampoo boy started kneeding my neck, i had to work really hard to stifle the moans that were very nearly leaking out from my mouth. Better than an orgasm, it was that good! It was like multiple orgasms!

I seriously had wanted to thank him profusely after he finished rinsing the soap suds off my head but that would seem so very gay. So before he could walk very far away, i said a simple "thanks".

The lau jiao zar bor i mentioned took over from there. Before she even touched my head, she brought the shampoo boy over and chastised him for tying the towel too tightly around my neck. Boy did i feel embarrassed for him.

The woman started working on my head. She was doing a mime. Silent except for the snip snipping of the scissors.



The outcome was quite good. But i'm worried about the back. It still seems quite long.

Not as if i didn't try to get it shortened. I specifically told the zar bor that i wanted my hair short before she started cutting. Even after she stopped, i touched the back of my hair and feeling that it was still long, i told her to cut somemore.

So she did. Sort of.

I'm screwed la...

There's something about trained hairstylists and short hair. They just refuse to cut anything that they don't feel looks good. It's like against their ethics to slope the back of your hair liddat...

Anyway, i paid the trainee rate for a senior stylist. They short of manpower so the lau jiaos have to do duty. Abit like in my camp.

On the receipt, i was a "no appointment" customer.

Oh and by the way...



All my photos from now on will be taken using my new camera! Yipee!