There is one thing I need to conclude about hair dressers.
The younger generation hair dressers will always, always get my hair correctly blown no matter what. They can be the virgin dresser to wad of hair but they will always get the blowing part correct.
The younger generation of well trained hair dressers can’t beat the skills of the aunty hair dressers when it comes to scrubbing with shampoo suds.
The aunty hair dressers can scrub, scrub and scrub then give you good neck and head massage. No matter which kampung salon you go.
The aunty hair dressers no matter how hard they try to blow your hair with specific instruction, they can never come close to the desired results {and even if they do, trust me, that is a mere stroke of luck. Because when you return the next day for the same effect, they can never conjure that again.} Half of the time, they think they know better not realising they have obsolete hair blowing skills.
Never, ever trust aunty hair dressers with your hair. Unless you don’t mind GI Joe crew cut or looking like the Mamasan of Club De Vegas. Never even think about it. Even if they said they know and refuse to listen to what you got to say. They will never make you look fabulous. So if you are thinking of getting a re-style, I would advice to spend a little more and get to the professional hair stylist who can really do wonders.
{My last nightmare was during Fiona’s wedding dinner where I was one of the bride’s maids. My mum who thought this well known salon in Malacca could do wonders, brought me there because she just attended a course of self grooming, where the lady of the salon gave tips on hair care. I should have been smarter to ask how old she was but I thought it should be fine since she – the hair dresser, gave a talk about grooming.
Oh well, guess what. She took a disturbing 3 hours to get my hair bun!!! When at Evita Peroni, I just need to bring my hair clips and they would have it up in matter of minutes. First she said my hair was too straight so she did some ‘body perm’ (this is the 21st century and I didn’t know body perm still existed). After the body perm, she has to then relax the curls (I was freaking out on the perm already because I looked like a whore in Shanghai).
Then she started her expertise of bunning. After all the tug and pull along with cans of hairspray at every nook with 40 black hair pins tugged, my hair was finally bun up, ready to go. But when I looked into the mirror, I saw a 40 year old lady who is getting ready for her night job in Club de Boss! Argh! And those curls. Those curls at the side of each ear! What is that for? And those puffy arch at the top of my head as if I was a flower horn! Argh.
Then when the mirror came to show me how the bun turns out to be, it looked like it was transported from Shanghai’s era of Madam Butterfly. Argh. I hated it but my mum kept assuring me it looks fabulous! Yeah right. To end it all, I had to cover my face with those pink face mask and that lousy hair dresser made one last spray to my already rock hard hairdo (I don't think any male erection could beat this I tell you).
I wondered what made her think my hair will not be able to hold for 5 hours? I was very assured that despite an El Nino and El Nina, then El Pacino, I would still have the same hairdo without THAT last spray}
{True enough when I arrived at Fiona’s wedding late, I was the mock of the evening! Richard was going, “Ya ma teh, ya ma teh mamasan” all night long. Lucky that at the time of Fiona's wedding, the era of FB has not yet arrived. They still had at most advance then, digital cameras which can’t be loaded to computers! Amen.
Otherwise, my only minuscule image which is left today would be all gone. Haha... Alhamdulillah...}
But if you think you got a ball to go and the theme is back to the 70s or 80s or Night in Shanghai, aunty hair dressers will a blessing. Don’t need to explain further, just say you want your hair bun. Let them do whatever they want, the effect will be just right.
If you are thinking of washing and blowing your hair, just give aunty hair dressers specific instruction and never hang loose. You must monitor what they do to your hair every few minutes. And when they really are not doing the way you want them to, immediately stop them. Don’t compromise because it will cheese you off big time with the after effect. Plus, you got to pay them still.
{I once had a dread lock twist curl. The most awesome hairstyle ever for me. I went back Malacca and landed along the streets of this aunty hair salon. I thought it was a mere harmless wash and blow plus I am good at instruction so I don’t think they could get very wrong. Hehe...
She untangled my twist!!! Beat that!!! And she lamented that my hair was all tangled!!! I was freaking angry. And she refused to budge. I lose my temper and told her to stop or else I’m walking out. She finally stopped and started washing my hair but she kept saying it was all tangled. I ignored her with reading the stale magazines where old salons normally have while sulking big time. She thought she was doing justice to my hair. Bloody cow. When she finished, I was so pissed that I chucked the money and swore all the way back home. I washed my hair all over and got my mum in helping me with the re-twist. Sigh. Lesson learnt - never trust. Haha...}
{The other episode was, another aunty told me my twist with wet look looked good so she refused to blow dry my hair after I had the leave in conditioner on. She said this is the best look as compared to the rest so she insisted I leave it on. Hahaha... I went home and had my mum’s 20 year old hair dryer worked for half an hour!!! Another lesson learnt - taste deteriotes with age.}
Maybe I am one fussy pot when it comes to hair and the fact that I have been donning the many styles throughout my working years which has caused me more headaches than I should. Hahah... it must be. Why is it that I never hear anyone else lament about
Aunties.... oh, oh, oh! It’s just short of telling them, “Aunty, balik kampung tanam jagung.” Hehe... this is one of those things they have to leave it to the younger people and let go...
The younger generation hair dressers will always, always get my hair correctly blown no matter what. They can be the virgin dresser to wad of hair but they will always get the blowing part correct.
The younger generation of well trained hair dressers can’t beat the skills of the aunty hair dressers when it comes to scrubbing with shampoo suds.
The aunty hair dressers can scrub, scrub and scrub then give you good neck and head massage. No matter which kampung salon you go.
The aunty hair dressers no matter how hard they try to blow your hair with specific instruction, they can never come close to the desired results {and even if they do, trust me, that is a mere stroke of luck. Because when you return the next day for the same effect, they can never conjure that again.} Half of the time, they think they know better not realising they have obsolete hair blowing skills.
Never, ever trust aunty hair dressers with your hair. Unless you don’t mind GI Joe crew cut or looking like the Mamasan of Club De Vegas. Never even think about it. Even if they said they know and refuse to listen to what you got to say. They will never make you look fabulous. So if you are thinking of getting a re-style, I would advice to spend a little more and get to the professional hair stylist who can really do wonders.
{My last nightmare was during Fiona’s wedding dinner where I was one of the bride’s maids. My mum who thought this well known salon in Malacca could do wonders, brought me there because she just attended a course of self grooming, where the lady of the salon gave tips on hair care. I should have been smarter to ask how old she was but I thought it should be fine since she – the hair dresser, gave a talk about grooming.
Oh well, guess what. She took a disturbing 3 hours to get my hair bun!!! When at Evita Peroni, I just need to bring my hair clips and they would have it up in matter of minutes. First she said my hair was too straight so she did some ‘body perm’ (this is the 21st century and I didn’t know body perm still existed). After the body perm, she has to then relax the curls (I was freaking out on the perm already because I looked like a whore in Shanghai).
Then she started her expertise of bunning. After all the tug and pull along with cans of hairspray at every nook with 40 black hair pins tugged, my hair was finally bun up, ready to go. But when I looked into the mirror, I saw a 40 year old lady who is getting ready for her night job in Club de Boss! Argh! And those curls. Those curls at the side of each ear! What is that for? And those puffy arch at the top of my head as if I was a flower horn! Argh.
Then when the mirror came to show me how the bun turns out to be, it looked like it was transported from Shanghai’s era of Madam Butterfly. Argh. I hated it but my mum kept assuring me it looks fabulous! Yeah right. To end it all, I had to cover my face with those pink face mask and that lousy hair dresser made one last spray to my already rock hard hairdo (I don't think any male erection could beat this I tell you).
I wondered what made her think my hair will not be able to hold for 5 hours? I was very assured that despite an El Nino and El Nina, then El Pacino, I would still have the same hairdo without THAT last spray}
{True enough when I arrived at Fiona’s wedding late, I was the mock of the evening! Richard was going, “Ya ma teh, ya ma teh mamasan” all night long. Lucky that at the time of Fiona's wedding, the era of FB has not yet arrived. They still had at most advance then, digital cameras which can’t be loaded to computers! Amen.
Otherwise, my only minuscule image which is left today would be all gone. Haha... Alhamdulillah...}
But if you think you got a ball to go and the theme is back to the 70s or 80s or Night in Shanghai, aunty hair dressers will a blessing. Don’t need to explain further, just say you want your hair bun. Let them do whatever they want, the effect will be just right.
If you are thinking of washing and blowing your hair, just give aunty hair dressers specific instruction and never hang loose. You must monitor what they do to your hair every few minutes. And when they really are not doing the way you want them to, immediately stop them. Don’t compromise because it will cheese you off big time with the after effect. Plus, you got to pay them still.
{I once had a dread lock twist curl. The most awesome hairstyle ever for me. I went back Malacca and landed along the streets of this aunty hair salon. I thought it was a mere harmless wash and blow plus I am good at instruction so I don’t think they could get very wrong. Hehe...
She untangled my twist!!! Beat that!!! And she lamented that my hair was all tangled!!! I was freaking angry. And she refused to budge. I lose my temper and told her to stop or else I’m walking out. She finally stopped and started washing my hair but she kept saying it was all tangled. I ignored her with reading the stale magazines where old salons normally have while sulking big time. She thought she was doing justice to my hair. Bloody cow. When she finished, I was so pissed that I chucked the money and swore all the way back home. I washed my hair all over and got my mum in helping me with the re-twist. Sigh. Lesson learnt - never trust. Haha...}
{The other episode was, another aunty told me my twist with wet look looked good so she refused to blow dry my hair after I had the leave in conditioner on. She said this is the best look as compared to the rest so she insisted I leave it on. Hahaha... I went home and had my mum’s 20 year old hair dryer worked for half an hour!!! Another lesson learnt - taste deteriotes with age.}
Maybe I am one fussy pot when it comes to hair and the fact that I have been donning the many styles throughout my working years which has caused me more headaches than I should. Hahah... it must be. Why is it that I never hear anyone else lament about
Aunties.... oh, oh, oh! It’s just short of telling them, “Aunty, balik kampung tanam jagung.” Hehe... this is one of those things they have to leave it to the younger people and let go...
