Life As A Human

I hate rebonding. It looks fake…but I did it anyway.

I don’t like straight hair,
I think they look boring and flat,
But I don’t know why this is the second time I fall into that dreaded rebonding trap!

darn it! silly me, stupid me. this is the second time in my life I did rebonding and hating it.

My natural hair is wild. not a lovely, loose curl like my mom’s. more like dont know-what-wavy and it’s kinda coarse and thick and wild and big and flyaways all over and everywhere. u got what I mean? haha.

so, everytime I want to get my hair cut , most of the time, the conversation will go like:

hairdresser: buat rebondinglah! ini u punye rambut ni keras. kasik rebonding baru cantik.
me: takmaulah! rebonding tak cantik. leper. saya tak suka

or if I’m not in a good mood:

hairdresser: rambut u ni kene rebonding baru lawa.
mad me: kenape? rambut saya tak lawa ke? rambut kerinting tak lawa ke? habis kenapa u ade buat servis perm rambut?

haha. padan muka dia. sama jugak macam ada satu saloon tu, yang juga jual barang kecantikan muka. pegi taruk some kind of skin bleach on my upper hand and:

saloon parlour: tengok, jadi putih kan kulit u ni. tengok i buat kat muka i bersih je lepas pakai product bleach ni.
sarcastic me: awak ni, nak cakap kulit hitam tak lawa ke?

haha. terus dia diam. yelah, ingat semua perempuan nak putih ke? sorry…not me. fair skin is weak and prone to cancer. what more if it’s fake and gained by using some bleaching product which obviously has strong chemical substance such as mercury or who knows what shit. mana taknya, bahagian tangan yang dia taruk benda alah tu…sampai bulu roma aku pun jadi blonde! psycho people! eeeeee…

ok back to the hair story. I have no regular saloon that i frequented. because most hairdresser worship straight hair and they don’t have the skills to cut curly or in my case wild hair. there’s only this one saloon in sri rampai but that lovely lady moved to cheras and now me and my bro (whose hair is curlier than mine and coarser, like the arabs) don’t have any favourite saloon. she’s good in cutting curly hairs bcoz she said her shop is frequented by the sudanese and arabs UIA students whose hair are mostly coarse, curly and kinda afro-like.

most of the time, i will go to a saloon, explains what type of haircut that i wanted and get my hair…err…cut. BUUUUT…usually it will not end there. I will go back, stare myself in the mirror, cursing my new hair, blaming the hairdresser of how unskilled she is with scissors, get myself a pair of scissors, stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom, repairing my own hair and most of the time I’ll go with the super-short hair do like this:

my ultimate haircut

bliss. heaven. i think that’s my ultimate favourite haircut
so…how i ended up doing the rebonding process that i hate?? well, u know, even if i have my “ultimate favourite haircut” of course at one time or another i would love to try other style as well. for this case, suddenly i’m thinking of a bobcut. As always, I googled for the bobcut pic that i wanted and then ….

“ok I want this!”

so, I print the pic and go to the saloon that a friend of mine frequent near our office in SS15 Subang Jaya.

me: saya nak buat steam treatment, wash and cut like this (give the pic to the hairdresser).
hairdresser: oh, rambut awak, kalau nak buat macam ni kena buat rebonding.

me: alah, saya taknak rebonding, nanti rambut jadi flat.
hairdresser: kalau tak buat rebonding, nanti tak jadi. nanti dia kembang.

(cakap dalam hati): alahhh, nak rambut camni, nak nak nak sangat ni!

me: mmm, oklah, oklah.

and with my hair, it took 4 hours! AND BILA DAH SIAP….

me: erkkk…nampak leper je.
hairdresser: memang macam ni, nanti u kena pakai hairgel and scrunch2 untuk bagi volume…

(dalam hati)….grrrrr….kenapalah aku bodoh sangat buat ni lagi kali kedua?! (the first rebonding was sort of this kinda incident as well). but because the hairdresser was nice, and she kinda stayed back late for my hair (it ended at 10pm last night) with her cute son Dominique making chaos around the room (he needs his mom at night, pity him i took his time to manja with mom -But I paid!). so i didn’t say anything to complaint. actually it was not bad la, it’s just that I don’t go with too feminine style and it make me look so - err - baik, skema, lemah-lembut - which is not me. macam budak cina nak pergi exam SPM. MUAHAHAHA! that’s the problem, now my hair does not represent me and my true self!