Since Raya's eve is near I want to cut my hair. Preferably, I want to cut it back where I cut them that is at Shana's salon. But due to no transport and my sister is going to cut hers with my aunt, I have to follow.
When we arrive at the salon at Subang, a Loreal Paris salon, I thought it would be great because my hair would turn out beautifully. Sadly it didn't. Well it still looks the same to me. Cutting there was such a waste. I wish I would have gone to Shana's shop instead. My luck I guess.
Here's how the story starts. At first the Chinese asked me how I want him to cut my hair. I said I want a high layered because that's the plan when my previous haircut at Shana's salon. So after reading a magazine it was done.
I mean that was quick. I said "Dah ke?". And he doesn't understand me and he said "Das" repeatedly. Is this Chinese stupid or what? Couldn't he understand Malay? So I turned to my aunt and told her what I want my hair to look like.
There was a bit commotion there. So this girl who was cutting my aunt's hair translate it to that stupid Chinese. It turned out a bit okay than before. But I'm still not satisfied. I feel like cutting it again but at Shana's salon of course.
Bottom line is Chinese can't be trusted when it comes to hair. Trust me. Go to a Malay Salon instead.
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