After being denied Milcah because she’s on leave last week,
i went to her @ Qube to get my hair saved done because it was really getting too long.
I always try to go on Saturdays so that the cafe upstairs will be open
for me to grab my lunch at.
Love the food there – great porridge, tong poh meat (fatty pork) and everything else as well.
After that, i went downstairs.
“What do you want to do with your hair?”
“I don’t know, anything you want!”
“Let’s shave the sides.”
See what an easygoing relationship we have.
Decisions made in a matter of seconds.
I was brought back to my experience of being bald as she took the razor to my head.
“This season, it’s all about height in Europe,” she stated while waxing it up,“That innocent boy cut is out.”
“Height… yeah okay, height,” i repeated, recalling how i still have Tresemme hairspray at home.
(I’m fantastic marketing bait, i saw Tresemme and bought it just because they sponsor Project Runway.)
She left a number 2 shave on the sides of my head.
So tada! I now have a fauxhawk.
Daddy didn’t say anything shocking earlier,
so it has passed the Parent-O-Metre.
Hmm, then again, my father has been taking in a lot of shocking haircuts the past 6 years,
he might be immune by now.