Mental Murmurs

admin April 18th, 2008

To all of you who are wondering, no, I haven’t died yet. But almost.

Stress… Long hours of painful studying, assignmenting, researching, revising… Lack of sleep… Look what uni’s doing to me!! I’m sick again…

That’s right, second time in one month (last time was about 3 weeks ago)!

NOOOoooOO!!

Funnily/coincidentally enough, a friend of mine whom I haven’t seen for a while caught something a week before me last time and got it again last week! He suspects a second bug, but I’m not too sure. But whatever it is, please go awaaaaay!!

Anyway… To cheer myself up, I decided and insisted on a haircut today (I was browsing for a lot of alternative/indie/emo/punk/gothic hairstyle last night). Not feeling up for more violation, Andrew drove me to Strathfield and looked for a hairdressing place called “Zio” (opposite plaza), recommended from my friend Daph.

I walked into the place, and a man came and sat me down. Krystal, the Korean hairstylist that was going to cut my hair, came and asked me which style I wanted. So I explained it to her:

• Straight and short fringe
• Longer front bits
• Short and very layered back (similar to the last haircut)

She motioned me to the seat and started washing my hair and unlike the last lady, she didn’t rip my hair out!! So I decided to enjoy it, and she was really good/gentle!

After that, she asked if I trusted her and hearing my reply, got started on the cutting. We made small talk, and learned that she started out in Korea and has been a hairdresser for 10 years.

Some while later, she finished. And I looked at the new me.

Hilarious!!
Different!!
Non-alternative (as I had planned the night before)

But I really liked it, and Krystal looked please with herself. So I went to pay for her services: $35 - waaaaay cheaper than the one at Market City (yes, the violation one)! The man who originally served me appropriately added, “Next time, the messy hair look will be charged $45, because this is the first time, it’s $35″ and promptly handed me a loyalty card. Cool, didn’t know any hairdressing place have this system.

Feeling pleased, different and refreshed, I headed home. When dad saw me, he (sorta) flipped! And when mum saw me, the first thing she said was “Ohhh! My Korean daughter” …How did she know? O_o It seriously didn’t look like it to me… But I don’t know.

What do you think?

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admin January 8th, 2008

So summer school started today… well not really, it started yesterday (Monday) but I only got a call from my friend telling me to enrol yesterday (long story)! So hence I skipped the first day of a 2-week course… -_- But yet, I’m glad I was able to enrol in this course! Takes some load off semester 2, and every bit helps seeing the subjects I’m going to take.

Everything was so fuzzy and confusing, the teacher was slightly hard to understand, the lectures go on for 2 hours… and I have a short attention span >< So to say the least, I didn’t pay much attention at all. Great start ay? And I just know it will continue to be this way…

So afterwards, I was desperate to butcher my hair (I mean, have you seen it lately, before the cut? It looked so hectic!) so I went to BON1 to look for Bon, only to find out that he’s still on holidays! Man, that man sure knows how to enjoy life, I mean, how long has it been?

So disappointed but still desperate, I went to Market City and peeked into this hairdressing place, making sure they didn’t charge an arm and a leg. I went in and they sat me down, giving me some magazines. Nup, none right for me. Then they introduced me to my hairdresser, Ansia.

“Can I loosen your hair?”
“Sure.”

SHAT!
Ow ow ow ow ow!
How am I supposed to endure this whole haircut?

Because her hair (cut by herself) was pretty funky, I made her help me with what I want. I wanted something different from convention, but didn’t know exactly how I wanted it. After deciding on a rough hairstyle by description…

“Can I wash your hair?”
“Yeah, sure.”

SHAT!
Ow ow ow ow ow!!

Man was she rough. I was cringing through the whole thing, squinting my eyes and all! She even noticed!

“Am I going too hard? you look stressed.”
“Oh, just a tiny bit.”
“Because you don’t look too relaxed.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sensitive.”

I was starting to feel my scalp peel on the right side so I mentally prayed for her to focus on the left side a bit more. But she didn’t and kept “massaging” (translation: scratching) it. >< Man, had I longed for the hair washing session to end. Fast!

After what seemed like a decade, I sat back down as she combed (quickly) through my long long hair with knots in various places. Can you imagine the pain?! ><

So anyway, because the style of my cut was supposed to be in the “messy-look” category, she used this pair of scissors to “slice” off my hair. Hard and fast, like tugging/pulling on my hair in a cat fight. Again, she noticed this and tried to be more gentle with me, but commented that the less-painful way was “too slow”. I mean, what’s the rush? I’m the only customer in here!

Sighing, I looked over to Andrew with a puppy pout that said “help me”.

So the torment continues, until she’s finished a “draft” of what the style looked like. She had cut and suggested a side fringe for me because it looked better, but asked if I wanted a straight fringe. I think she didn’t hear me and started chopping off hair and all, as if my hair was some sort of “practice”, and I was scared because after chopping, it can’t miraculously grow back!!

But I decided to trust her on that one and focus my anxiety on something else as her scissors were right on my face, pointing right towards my eye! Thankfully, she didn’t end up popping my eyes, and everything on my face was as original, perhaps a few small hair bits here and there, but it was all good.

So the cutting finished, and she reached over for the hair straightener and fed some hair in, pulling it to the ends. And yep, that hurt too. Some hair get caught and when she pull, tug tug. Ouch ouch!!!! I wanted this to end as well! -_-;

…And she finished.
Thank GOD!

Overall, the haircut looked pretty good (Andrew loved it heaps!), especially with the way she styled it with putty (which I didn’t buy cos it costs a ridiculous $33!). And she looked pretty skilled and had put a lot of effort (into violating me).

We went to pay for the service.
$60? GAH! My mum would kill me if she found out!
Mental note: Must keep it away from her!!!

And that’s what I did when I got home.
Even when I was greeted with a very exuberant “Oh wow, I love the haircut! I think it’s the best yet! It looks great! And it’s so different!”

So will I go back to her despite the price and pain?

My answer is: I don’t think so.
Unless I’m up for some more S&M.

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