I walked to the counter and ask the receptionist 2 get me a middle-ranking stylist. I wanna do hair treatment, trim & help me to style my hair.
I was given a form 2 fill & was served a drink. A stylist, Alvin was introduced to me. He is a very nice guy (soft-spoken and very helpful, explained clearly what he's gonna doing).
The jr stylist washed and blow-dried my hair. Omg! He looks around my age or younger. He's like a 'hair dr' bcoz he said tt my scalp's oily so i should wash everyday. (>_<" so embarrassing, since the condition of my hair is bad)
the treatment lotion / hair mask smells sweet and candy-like. i felt like a barbie doll, sitting there to be served. Haha...
alvin: do u want a fringe?
me: will it look funny / fall over the eye?
alvin: i do the style on ur hair b4 i cut. u take photo 1st?
me: nvm lah. just cut.
alvin: u shouldn't have straight hair. ur hair is curly (Ah! i don't like tt word.) ur hair should cover part of ur face, like i'm cutting ur fringe now.
side-tracked...
me: have u eaten?
alvin: no. u going home 2 eat?
me: no. eating out w frenz, usually.
we made small talks, since he has 2 be familiar w e character of his customer to be able 2 design hairstyle for them.
Lets hope tt he may be my resident stylist. Hee. duno... God bless.
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