Counting to Number76
23:05:00Chinese New Year is usually the time when a lot of people decide to get a brand new haircut. For me, I don't usually change my hairstyle unless my head was infected with a nest of lice or something as extreme as that. I've had this hairstyle of mine for the past 7 years, and I don't plan on changing it.
Well I didn't, until I got comments that my budak hairstyle wasn't going to get me any loving on Valentine's Day. So I took matters into my own hands and went to my good friend Google to find a nice saloon to get a haircut that would net me a date this Valentine's Day.
I typed in these exact words into the search bar and was brought to number76.
I had heard a lot about number76, since a lot of the pretty girls I
When I reached the Mid Valley branch late on a Thursday night (because traffic), I was greeted by absolutely no one, because no one gets a haircut at 8pm on a weekday night. Since a lot of the people I
The design of the saloon was minimalistic, I suppose. I never had an eye for hipster interior designing but I got the feeling that the bare ceilings were more towards a "clean" design and not because they ran out of building funds. I digress.
I met with Yuki, who showed me to my seat. She took one look at my terribly coiffed hair and explained to me that it was lucky that I came to them when I could. She explained that the irreversible damage to my reputation with my terrible budak hairstyle could have been worse.
I just agreed with whatever she told me, because one of my resolutions for the year 2015 was to be able to be more of an adult and not be looked down again by the ladies for being a kid.
Then I took a mirror selfie, which effectively destroyed both my resolution and my image.
I was then ushered by a nice young man to the hair wash section, where he proceeded to give me a sinfully good hair wash. I mean, I've had plenty of hairwashes in the past but this one was just glorious. I almost fell asleep on that chair. After my hair roots were thoroughly cleansed, I checked his nametag: Sin, to which I shared an understanding nod with him.
Once my pores were clean from the dirt, grime and sweat oozing from it, Terry walked over. Terry's a senior stylist at number76, and he was the one who was responsible for turning me from a budak to a Casanova. This man literally held my future happiness in between his scissors.
Of course, you don't get to be a senior stylist at number76 for nothing. After a few quick snips, a blow and some razoring, Terry transformed me from a budak into...well, you'll have to see for yourself.
Yes, that's right. It seems that no matter what anyone tries to do to my hair, my budakness will never be gone. If you compare both my before and after photos, the only difference is that my hair is several layers lighter and is styled less like "I just woke up from a terrible sleep". I still retain the budakness that I have tried so hard to get rid of.
But, I think that I'll probably be the first budak in the world to be able to find a girlfriend, because I'm one adorable looking kid, I'll say. I'll keep you updated when I manage to find someone to spend Valentine's Day with. And I can promise you it won't be me just saying I love you into a mirror. That was soooo last year's plan.
And what's even better? This Chinese New Year, they aren't even raising their prices. That's right. They're breaking the Chinese New Year traditions set by saloons. Which is good news for people like me who haven't started angpao hunting yet.
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