Saw it Coming

After the nice roast lunch we had, having fueled up the boys with sugar up to the eyeballs with brownie dessert, we took them to the fourth floor of Suria for their haircuts. Saw was the destination, and the joint has recently been renovated and reopened. Yes, it was a tragic name for a hair saloon, especially if you just came out of the cinema watching Sweeney Todd, if you catch my drift.

Over the years, the stylist came and went. Three years ago, when Idlan was still a toddler, he had the same guy doing his hair every couple of months or so. Unfortunately the gentleman left. Since then, we just had the hair trimmed by who ever was available. Today, we had a new stylist, judging from what he did earlier, we might come again and request for him. For a Sunday, the place was relatively quiet. In terms of price to pay, it was surprisingly affordable. Myself personally, I always prefer the mamak. In fact, I had to go and have a cut today actually. I need a trim before traveling to London in a couple of days. Come to think of it, I would need to pack.