Seriously it’s much more therapeutic than spending money in shopping. The last time I went to saloon was on March when I went back hometown, had hair-cut + color + perm. After that I never stepped into any saloon and just let the hair grows.

I’ve been wanting to have a haircut since last 2 months or so, but didn’t trust the saloons in Sibu. Sorry eh, after the fugly make-up and hairstyle on my wedding day in Sibu (am still angry and gonna cry if I remember about this issue), I just can’t trust any of the beauty + hair vendors there.

So I thought, let’s do it when we move to KL. And here we are now, except there is too much choices in KL and I don’t know which vendor is good one. Heh, I’m so picky when it comes to hair. I’ve been delaying it for few weeks and decided to just go with the newly opened A-Saloon at nearest mall this afternoon – link here.

Hair cut + wash + dry for RM38 only, seeing the price does make me worry. You know, the old saying: you get what you pay for. But then, never try, never know. I requested for a medium shoulder haircut. Incase if the new haircut turns up as a disaster, I can find other saloon and cut it shorter.

Fortunately the haircut turns up OK. It took me 1 hour only from wash to haircut to blow-dry.

I enjoyed the wash-hair process very much, oh so therapeutic. They used warm water and quite gentle in washing hair, unlike shampoo girl in my hometown – tends to splash water on customer’s face. -__-” Another good thing, the staffs didn’t try to sell whatsoever haircare products, otherwise it’ll be so annoying.

The interior is oh so modern, see their picture gallery here. Another awesome thing, customers are able to online with the PC. Every seat has one. Imagine online shopping for diamond stud earrings while having hair treatment.

Anyway, had a little conversation with the stylist whom cut my hair, a young man in his 20s I suppose. He heard that hubby was speaking to me in Hokkien dialect, vice versa. So he asked if I’m Hokkien lang, which I’m not, but it’s my mother language.

Then somehow I told him that I’m not Malaysian, but Indonesian.

Stylist: Oh, so you studying now?
Me: Erm.. No, I graduated already (self talk: 4 years ago, in fact)
Stylist: So.. you are on a holiday? Or working?
Me: Erm.. No, I’m married already (self talk: this explains why a foreigner like me can stay in this country)

Somehow I found the above conversation was a bit awkward.