Parquish

lightning printed singlety shirt? Seriously.

Yum yum yummy yummer yumm. Noodles cooking; so I shall tell you all what happened today.
Well, for starters, I went to get a haircut at a place run by and infested AND crawling with gays.
You know, it's that hair "boutique" (or so they call it) at Toa Payoh which says ''De Elements'' outside, but ''Anthony's Hair Boutique'' on the inside. Weird huh?Yes, it's also the hair salon run by that actress (what's-her-name), but I think that she sold it to Anthony. Hmm. Wonder who Anthony is.
Anyway, so yes, they were having some kinda promotion thinghy ($20 for a haircut by stylist), so my mum just had to try it. Together with me.
Ok, so the first moment that I entered it, yeah the smell of chemicals slapped me all over my face and invaded my nose. Then, what happened next was truly shocking. With the capital S.
THERE WAS SOME KINDA GAY GUY WEARING A REALLY REVEALING KINDA SINGLET THINGHY WITH LIGHTNING PATTERNS (PINK) PRINTED ALL OVER IT. (I mean like you could see his chest and some parts of his tummy and ribcage and all). Ok. Then I looked down. He was wearing ripped denim shorts. Then I looked even downer. He was wearing a pair of high-ankled white coloured shoes. And he had multiple piercings all over his face. And his hair was kinda punkish and all. And his behaviour was really gay and all, but he was soooo nice. Mmm-hmm. Gays are usually nice people. Ok, maybe not gay; just.... weird?
Yup, so ok I was ushered into a rather cushy seat and some woman tucked towels into the back of my shirt and led me to the hair-washing area. Damn it felt nice. They even washed your hair with shampoo and conditioner! Then I went back to my cushy chair and another gay wearing a blue plaid shirt said Hi and I was hoping that he wouldn't be the person who was going to cut my hair but he was. Ok. He had a tattoo on the side of his neck (looked more like he was stabbed by a knife dipped in green ink). So then he blow-dried my hair (which took like forever) and by the time that he was done, my mum's hair was already on it's way to looking coiffed.
Ok,so I actually have no qualms about hair-dressers running their hands through my hair, but having a weird (gay) guy doing exactly that is just... Mortifying. It's like having a cheetah running it's paws through your hair. Shivers went down my spine a few times. Especially when he yanked really hard at my hair to thin it. But the end product was really good. He got rid of my tentacles (well it lasted till before my shower) and he gave some really useful advice. So all in all, it's a really good place to get your hair done. There's a free hair-wash, blow-dry, professional advice and lastly, a good exposure to how gays, I mean weird guys do one's hair. All for $20. And it's supposed to be one of those really posh hair salons, where you can ask for your preferred stylist (I just stared when they asked me that). But I swear, just grit your teeth and hold your breath when you go in, cos seriously. You will never meet so many ''weird'' people all in one place, except if you go for some gay convention or something; but that's another story.
Oh well, toodles for now! My noodles are swelling to the size of curvaceous bottoms, so I have to end their misery soon.
P.s I really think that I'm gonna get my (long-awaited) i-touch after dinner!!!!!!
Saw some really cute Paul Frank earphones there. Pricey though. $49
Oh well.

posted by parquish @ 6:05 PM