A hair wreck!

One should never be a bit too adventurous and explore new things especially if it has to do with one's image. I learnt this the hard way.

Feeling that my hair has become somewhat a bit long behind, I desperately need a hair trim. As I passed by Boon Lay station, I was partially on the look-out for salons which might answer my call. I seemed to have it my way, as a small little promotion sign soon caught my attention and it said, $7 for students.

Thinking it was really a real deal, I stepped in and confirmed that NIE students do get the promotional price.

I already thought I did explain that I only wanted slopes for my sides and back, but this obnoxious "barber" (I soon realised a saloon ought to have better trained stylists) soon gleefully found his way into shaving a large part of my hair off, and proceeded to style it (or should I say salvage) when the deed was done. I nearly died when the boy in the mirror stared back at me.

This buffon barber of fleet street must have realised it himself that the haircut was shitty through and through as he said even before my mouth opened, "Ermmm... i'm sure you must not have been used to this new style hor?"

WHO ASK YOU TO GIVE ME A NEW STYLE??!!!?!?!?!

And tomorrow I had to take a mug shot for my lecturer who will keep the pictures for records.

Of all times, and of all place...

Never ever again!