Starting this week it’ll be Weekend painting club, cos we’re over the 8 weeks at NAFA. This one is the latest – it’s not yet finished, tho. I think the bear looks kinda scary, like it appeared out of the darkness and ready to grab a kitchen knife and start a homicidal rampage anytime. There’s another project before this, also unfinished, but I didn’t post it up cos it looked pretty pointless to me.
I’m usually pretty fussy about my hair – it has to be cut at least every one and a half months, it has to be short, I have to be completely satisfied with the result of the cut (most hairdressers don’t cut it short enough), the curls must go completely, and it has to look spunky enough. I admit that my hair isn’t exactly the easiest in the world to style. Like most Indonesians I have a natural curl which I guess is quite rarely seen in this town, and my hair is thick. THICK. You’ll be surprised how much hair there is on the floor after a haircut session. You would’ve thought it came from a head like Diana Ross’ or Macy Gray’s. And I like my hair very short (unlike most women) but I dont’ want to appear too boyish, so the hairdresser has this fine line to thread on whenever I’m the customer. One of my best memory of a haircut was an asymmetrical faux-hawk I got at this place called “It’s Hairy!“. It’s uber spunky, but uber comfortable. And it grew out very nicely. Paid a little more than I’m used to, though.
I needed a haircut badly as my head was quickly turning into a mass of seaweed of some sort. But I wasn’t feeling particularly generous in terms of forking out money for vanity (I haven’t put on make up in almost a year) since I’ve just bought a bunch of books earlier this week (One of them is A.J. Jacob’s year of living biblically. It’s HILARIOUS). Anyway. So my usually fussy self decided to try a not-so-reliable way to solve the problem: Student Haircuts. As in, letting my hair be cut by hairdressing-academy students. It’s less than one-fifth the price of a professional hairdresser’s.
I called up Kimage school of hairdressing at funan and made an appointment. The girl who attended to me was really petite and I was afraid she couldn’t even reach the crown of my head. (She almost couldn’t). She’s soft spoken, a little shy, and a little nervous. Like most students she was extra careful and measured everything a hundred times before she snips it. After the student was done with her snipping, I could see that she’s pretty alrite, maybe potential, but still she didn’t cut enough of my hair. I had this suspicion that she’s never cut so much hair in such a short style. Fortunately, the more experienced instructor (who was very patient with his students) took over once he felt that she’s spent a bit too long on my head and not enough hair had been amputated.
It was 6 bucks well spent. The cut took twice as long, and I couldn’t expect really edgy styles, but it turned out alrite. I really hope the student who cut my hair learns something from cutting my hair 
Maybe I should go there again next time. I consider it a form of charity, an offering. Handing over the fate of my hair to inexperienced hands so that they may become better at what they’re doing. I’m offering my head. And if accidents happen, I won’t mind just shaving my head bald.
