Saturday, April 19, 2008

the universal accident

after 7 years in germany, I've finally come to a startling conclusions about german hair-dressers. They have a psychic-link to each other. I have no other way to explain my observations otherwise.

Having looked like smoky the bear for about 3 months, (hairy, scruffy, etc), i finally decided to cough out the 15 euros for a haircut. Since I was in a big hurry, I decided to go to the hair dresser around the corner. I used to go there for a reason and stopped for a while. I wonder why?

well.. it wasn't a bad hair-cut in the most general sense of the word. I was asked how i would like it - so after he mentioned using the lawn-mower to trim the weed-like growth on the sides of my head, i agreed and paid not much attention.

He did a good job. It was shortened. Unfortunately, he did not stop there: he went on to work on the top of my hair.. Since I was sleepy,and it was too late to protest, i just shut my eyes and hoped for the best.

the results were pretty ok - if you don't mind looking like you just finished your army training. It was at that point that I remembered why I refused to get a hair cut there: no matter what i said, they would always give me the same hair style.

To make things even more intriguing, I found that my chances of getting the same hair-style at other hair-dressers are approximately the same. Lets see now.. that's that nice place with the older ladies giving hair cuts. There's that nice saloon with younger ladies, but apparently i got the same hair cut.. then there's this place (cheapest among the lot for the same cut, with a shampoo at the end. its quite worth the price because the other places do not offer hair-wash). Then there's the other place with nice and patient young people, giving the same hair-cut at a much inflated price.

really. Imagine this. This youngish-looking asian guy enters into a hair-dressing place, plops himself into the seat, and before anything happens, they get the idea "asian. that means military". I could just go to any hair dresser, sit down without saying anything, and get the same hair-cut from any place in germany.

Do they go "okayyyy. here's an asian guy. He needs a hair cut. I'll give him the asian hair cut"? Do they have a SOP for "how to: the military asian hair" in their School of weedcutting Hair dressing? Or maybe they really have this subconscious psychic link to the great-hairless deity governing all things to do with hair-cuts..

Next time, I may have to do a bruce lee impersonation of sorts to get some decent hair.



I've long given up saying that I had a haircut. I usually say "No, I had my usual accident". That seems more apt somehow (not that its an accident from their point of view), especially when its not what I intended to have. Despite the amount of protests I raised, I've yet to find a hair-dresser who would "give the customer what he wants".

Monday, April 14, 2008

first post in 2008

Well.

Its been a while. Not that things have not been happening, but things *have* been happening. Which means that life has been abit too interesting.

Humans are possibly the most self-contridictary creatures ever created. We complain when things are boring, and we complain when things get too exciting. If we factorize all these into the lowest common factor, the conclusion is - "we complain".

I'll start this post by saying that the week just started. And canteen food has never looked as interesting as in 2008. (Or rather, the translation for canteen food has never looked as interesting). Let me just put up a few highlights:

Monday: "coloured rice" - I wonder if it comes with pink, red, green, yellow, purple...

Tuesday: "Torpedo Noodles" - Hm.. gotta be careful with this one. you can lose your teeth and kissing equipment easily

Wednesday: "Pork Spit" - Ok.. lets hope it does not include phlegm as well. :P

.. and so on..

Who comes up with these translations anyway?