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I've put up with the frizziness, split ends and damaged hair for 20 years. Dad was a constant critic of my unkempt hair. Not that i wanted it this way... Sick of having to clear those loose strands and those entangled ones caught in the comb, i put a stop to all of that yesterday. Enough was enough.

4.5 hours... I was perhaps their longest sitting-in customer for the day. Business was brisk. People came and go while i still sat on that arm chair, wondering when was the time i could walk out that door.

It took forever. First up was hair cutting. Trimmed here and there, had my fringe snipped shorter, layered my hair again so that the hair wouldn't look too bulky... The usual that i had when i go for a hair cut.

A while later, the hairdresser smeared some substance over my hair. It was horribly piercing. I was chemically intoxicated. Every gasp of the air, i smelt the stench all around me. I could hardly breathe. For once, how i wished i could live by without breathing. I was urgently in need of detoxification.

Thank God, it was washed off after what seemed like eternity. Then came the straightening part. That was fun. The heat was comforting but towards the end, my hair felt like it was on fire. The sides of my face were heated up but soon after, the steam evaporated and the heat dissipated. Ohh... felt wonderful.

I thought that was the end of it. Damn. I was so wrong. It was another hour or two before the entire process ended. Thereafter, she smeared another substance all over my hair again. This time round, i sniffed the air around, hoping it wasn't as pungent as the previous. Phew... It wasn't. Smelled pretty sweet actually.

A second wash. Hair washing felt real good. Free head massage. Haha... After the hairdresser dried my hair a little, she spreaded treatment over my hair. Shit. That's another 10 minutes of waiting for the substance to set in.

The final hair wash. Only the straining of the neck was uncomfortable. I had my neck strained for all three washes. Now, i'm experiencing the after effects of it. Argh...

I was so god damn happy that this never ending process was nearing completion. But then, she started taking out her scissors and comb again. SCREAMS!!!

She's professional in her job. That, i have no issue with. But, i was sitting there for the past four hours, surviving on 300ml of water and 1 bloody sweet. My stomach was grumbling like crazy then [ i hadn't had my lunch, you see...]. Oh geez, when she kept her hairdressing instruments, i jolted up from my seat, paid up and left. By then, the clock read 4.00pm.

Expensive job done. Hair's finer and smoother. Time to satisfy my growling stomach...




	Wednesday, July 23, 2008 Hair Rebonding I've put up with the frizziness, split ends and damaged hair for 20 years. Dad was a constant critic of my unkempt hair. Not that i wanted it this way... Sick of having to clear those loose strands and those entangled ones caught in the comb, i put a stop to all of that yesterday. Enough was enough. 4.5 hours... I was perhaps their longest sitting-in customer for the day. Business was brisk. People came and go while i still sat on that arm chair, wondering when was the time i could walk out that door. It took forever. First up was hair cutting. Trimmed here and there, had my fringe snipped shorter, layered my hair again so that the hair wouldn't look too bulky... The usual that i had when i go for a hair cut. A while later, the hairdresser smeared some substance over my hair. It was horribly piercing. I was chemically intoxicated. Every gasp of the air, i smelt the stench all around me. I could hardly breathe. For once, how i wished i could live by without breathing. I was urgently in need of detoxification. Thank God, it was washed off after what seemed like eternity. Then came the straightening part. That was fun. The heat was comforting but towards the end, my hair felt like it was on fire. The sides of my face were heated up but soon after, the steam evaporated and the heat dissipated. Ohh... felt wonderful. I thought that was the end of it. Damn. I was so wrong. It was another hour or two before the entire process ended. Thereafter, she smeared another substance all over my hair again. This time round, i sniffed the air around, hoping it wasn't as pungent as the previous. Phew... It wasn't. Smelled pretty sweet actually. A second wash. Hair washing felt real good. Free head massage. Haha... After the hairdresser dried my hair a little, she spreaded treatment over my hair. Shit. That's another 10 minutes of waiting for the substance to set in. The final hair wash. Only the straining of the neck was uncomfortable. I had my neck strained for all three washes. Now, i'm experiencing the after effects of it. Argh... I was so god damn happy that this never ending process was nearing completion. But then, she started taking out her scissors and comb again. SCREAMS!!! She's professional in her job. That, i have no issue with. But, i was sitting there for the past four hours, surviving on 300ml of water and 1 bloody sweet. My stomach was grumbling like crazy then [ i hadn't had my lunch, you see...]. Oh geez, when she kept her hairdressing instruments, i jolted up from my seat, paid up and left. By then, the clock read 4.00pm. Expensive job done. Hair's finer and smoother. Time to satisfy my growling stomach... Posted by Lynette at 10:41 AM		Me Lynette Lee Capricorn NTU (NBS) Loves Family Friends Food Tennis Wishes Healthy family and friends Do voluntary work More clothes and shoes! Chat Past September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 Dar'links Links Baoyi Dave Dezhi Dickson Edison Elaine Erwin Huiling Jocelyn Leonard Mingyang Pamela Qiqi Sinned Stephie Teresa Weisiong Yizhen My New Blog Friend credits Designer Eric Sim Pictures Foto Decadent Brushes and Textures Hybrid Genesis, Misprinted- Type, and Eric Sim Pattern Squidfingers