iCube Haircut

I got a haircut at iCube near Court 7 today. Waited for 30 minutes “for boss to arrive”, according to this Indonesian/Filipino lady who speaks English and Malay nicely (I wouldn’t say it’s fluent, but you get what I mean). So while passing my time away sitting on the sofa next to this grandma who was there earlier than me, both she and the Indon/Filipino lady talked rapidly about old age, deteriorating muscular disease and other depressing old maladies I tried to shut my ears from by pretending to be absorbed in Malaysian Women’s Weekly magazine (an article about Gong Li) and JUICE.

When the “boss” does arrive, who goes by the name of Ivan, whose name I got to know by inadvertently eavesdropping on grandma’s conversation with the Indon/Filipino lady, he has an air of the typical hairstylist with outrageous attire and hair, although he did not have funky purple-pink spiky hair but the typical lala-ish outfit with his tight shirt and jeans.

He came in with another woman whom at first I thought was his companion, but turned out to be a frequent customer there. The three of them (with the grandma) talked in Cantonese, gossiping away about other people’s dire relationship problems which I have no interest in.

Ivan also has this funny high-pitched aural sounds at times, which made him sound completely effiminate.

He took some time with my hair, after I told him, “GIVE ME A STAR HAIR TREATMENT, FOOL Recommend me a style, please.” He said if I’d like it short and I said I don’t mind either way.

So after dawdling about wife-who-got-cheated-by-husband and husband-got-stroke-in-the-end like it was some holy retribution, he finally finished me hair after about 30 minutes or so.

Result:

I kinda like it; no idea what he put on my hair since I didn’t put on my glasses of 500+ power. Looks pretty metrosexual too. (*hears a loud fart and exaggerated vomit in the distance*) For a normal haircut which include rinsing my hair and then putting on wax or gel, for only RM20 (mum said sudah naik harga wor, due to CNY or something), it’s all good. I’d recommend it to anyone who doesn’t mind skipping their usual salon for something new.

I’m getting desperate for a freaking job. After holding on to my handphone the entire day while not wanting to charge it even though my poor E398 has only one bar of battery left (just in case I missed the ever important phone call), bloody people at Old Town has still yet to ring me up. Nor Andy.

I am seriously considering Mr Soosay’s job offer for donning an embarassing outfit of a credit card at some shopping mall to walk around with.

Edit at 10:55pm: Hours earlier at about 7pm, received a phone call from Andy first saying he got the job, and enquired if I got the same phone call too.

Told him no, and seconds later the Chinese dude (most likely my employer from now on) spoke to me in Cantonese (which I’m only mediocre at) asking me if I’m still interested with the job. My shift begins at 4pm till 12am tomorrow. WTF.

Am feeling a bit nervous, due to the Chinese-speaking nature of it and all, but hopefully I’ll scrape through. Suddenly the donning-credit-card-suit job seems more desirable. Will update you readers how it goes.