Who loves a DARING MAN?

I can tell you that I am a daring man. Please do not close your browser. Please read on to know the story.

Basically I have just moved my office to a small part of Chinatown. I wanted to get a hair cut as I have a presentation tomorrow so I decided to find the one nearest to my office.

Coincidentally, there is a famous saloon which is like ten meters away from my office. But the catch is that it is a training academy for the infamous brand. I looked at the price and to my astonishment, to have a hair cut; it only costs five freaking dollars.

Due to my overwhelming work schedule, I needed a hair cut the fastest way in the shortest amount of time and I still need to look good. But now since time is not on my side, I guess what the heck, I will give it a try.

So I went in and I got out feeling miserable and I cannot stop myself from cursing.

This is what went wrong.

• NO ONE, I say NO ONE washes the hair for one hour. You scratch and scratch my hair with that menthol taste on my head; I cannot feel my head no more after thirty minutes.
• NEVER, I say NEVER comb MY hair with your comb and starts thinking of what to do. Meanwhile using the same comb to comb YOUR own hair. NEVER. Not forgivable.
• YOU DO NOT CUT YOUR OWN FINGERS WHEN YOU CUT MY HAIR.
  

Masha Ala Mak Bar Shiokura!!! This means Ka-Ni-Na.