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Not Italian ~ o.O
Saturday, March 21, 2009  @   2:49 AM.
In the last post, I kinda mentioned that I'm currently training at an Italian salon..........

Well, scratch that. It's a Lebanese salon - "Babylon Hairdressing", that's what's it's called. The whole shop has a barber shop feel to it. The owner who's training me now is a Lebanese, Sam and most of his customers are Lebanese and they ALL have the same style of hair. =.=" Talk about no creativity.

The hairstyles they have are like this:

Well, close. Just imagine this mohawk hairstyle on adult Lebanese men with thick curly black hair.

Anyway, Sam has been very kind to me. He teaches me fast ways of cutting Western and Lebanese hairstyles (yeshh, I have to watch him cut about 3-4 mohawk heads a day. Not to mention the friends of his are all big-sized, tatoo-ed and pierced here and there. Throw in shaggy beards, thick eyebrows and piercing eyes. They freaked me out. When watching him, I stood 3 metres away from him.)

The way he cuts hair are A LOT faster than what Nick taught me back home. I don't know if I can keep up. His movements are way too fast. T.T

He has a 12-year-old son. He's adorable. Talkative too. He keeps chatting with me. Finds Chinese culture fascinating. No, I think he's more fascinated that there's Chinese people that exists in anywhere besides China. Sam and him thought that I was from China. PLEASE...I don't have that Chinese-ed look, do I? Oh, and he had a talking parrot.

There are 2 other women hairdressers as well - an Italian, Nikki and Australian-Vietnamese, Polly. Nikki is kind of stuck-up. She's not very welcoming and thinks I'm trash. She bullies me to do certain jobs for her. Well, I can't really say no, I'm the new "hairdresser-in-training-who-may-be-kicked-out-if-I-can't-learn-Western-styles-in-52-hours." Neither do I like her.

Polly's nice. She's very friendly. Maybe I can connect with her better because she's of Asian decendent. She's a PR here. Her father is a Teochew and her mum is a Vietnamese.

What I really don't like is the long hours in the salon. I train on Fridays 11am-7pm and Saturdays 10am-3pm. Sure, they're not as long as those hours I've put in at SuperStyle back home. SuperStyle was different. the people there - Mike, May, Ah Tee, Eugene, Kelvin, Nick, Suki, Keith and Ming were like family. They really accepted me into their circle and I was glad they did. That's why I could spend a full day there; I was very comfortable. I liked the atmosphere there, besides the fact it was in dinghy Summit. This salon is different. The atmosphere isn't as warm. There's no "family feel" to it. It's got a "I take care of my problem and you take care of yours" feel. I just feel weird and uncomfortable there. Every fifteen minutes, I'll be counting down the hours left to go.

I miss SuperStyle.

Now, I feel emo~

I'll stop blogging here.