It has been a few months since my last haircut. Should be about 2~3 months if my memory serves me well. Had reduced it to a short crop quite some time back, and then a trim till now.
3 years since I have this softer hair and looks like a short crop is out as I need to spray/gel it a lot as compared to previous spiky hair. So I guess will have to trim it for a side parting. Realised the longer the hair, the weight of the haie will enable the fringe to be combed to the side.
Well, to a large extend I don't really care about my hair as long as it doesn't cover my face and looks neat. That is, looks neat to me as I do get comments that my hair is actually 'overgrown'. Time for gardening.
Thus find myself sitting on the bench inside a Malay barber shop along Simei street, waiting for my turn as the barber snips snips at the black growth at the top of a customers head. Usual shears would not be enough as an electronic shaver joins in the relentless attack. Buzzing sound reverberates with the background music, possibly in an attempt to drown out the helpless screams of the hair.
The severed ends of the hair are now being heartlessly blown away from their friends and family, in flight for a short moment before gravity took over and they fell. Great heights they once were, down all the way to the crowded floor, where they joined the rest of the victims. As the blower whirls, the hand held mirror that hands on the wall close by shakes with the wind, gently waving goodbye to the falling hair.
Mirrors are abundant in this place, as light reflects around the darkened ceiling and yellowed walls. The light probably reflects more times than the number of times the sound bounces around, originating from the stereo speakers located at the top of the doorway.
My turn!
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