Bleargh!

Waited for almost half an hour because she was attending to another customer. There wasn’t anyone else there, so she began chatting with me. She don’t speak Malay too well, and the fact that the customer is a Malay didn’t help much.

She talks. A lot. Good for me because I don’t talk much. Good for her because she needed to kill boredom.

There was a poster on the wall, depicting Siti Nurhaliza in her bridal gown. She, too, thought Siti is a husband-grabber. It’s weird. I’ve never thought I’ll be talking about Siti in public. I don’t really bother about the local music industry.

I am surprised a hairdresser could know so much gossip. Maybe that’s a natural trait. Women.

Anyway, it was until one point when she said guys prostitute themselves in Singapore to earn quick bucks. I merely nodded, as she went on and on about this. She said there are cases like this in Melaka, only well swept under rugs.

Then she started talking about husbands who seek affairs, along the way giving me real-life examples of people around her. She told me a story of a university student who fell in love with a local married-with-kids chef. I chuckled.

Then she said “You don’t laugh, who knows later you become a wife grabber yourself!”. Surprised, I said that’s impossible.

“But you look so lengzai!”

At that point I realised she was purely killing boredom. Her eyes were fixed on her customer’s hair all the time. Wondered she actually realised the orge I am.

Anyway, I think I like my new hair.

I hate my eyes, though. Why can’t I have big round eyes?