Didn't Make The Cut

We were rather disappointed today. The boys needed a haircut with the trip to Kota Bharu just around the corner. Anita called our friend who is their usual stylist - it was Anita's actually but he does the cutting for my boys as well - but he was on his day off.

Since there were hardly any other time, we headed out to the salon anyway. Instead of the regular stylist, we got a lady to cut the boys' hair. And boy, did we wish we'd come on another day.

It was too short on the sides and Irfan was traumatised with the machine that she used. By the end, he started crying - he never did this before. As for Idlan, he ended up with a bald patch on his left temple. And with a wedding and the Aqiqah next week .......... Let's just say that Anita was livid!

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.