Malay Salon vs Non-Malay Salon

must be great to have queen latifah blowing my hair..

Most of my days at home are spent with my mom, cooking, watching mexican drama, gossiping and being her chauffeur (not driver)..so one day while waiting her at Menang Glassware, i decided to trim my hair at the next door salon as it gets dried and split at the ends. It was not just a salon, it also have spas, facial treatment, and also beaty product stockist. So i think bagusla ade kedai Melayu mcm ni.. So, here what i can conclude..

Malay Salon

when i ask
kedai bukak x?
the assistant aswered
bukak..(while sitting on the couch checking her nails doing nothing)

Non-Malay Salon

i dont have to ask
they automatically approach me even i didn't mean to come in..
please sit..nak potong ke atau nk buat ape...(smiling..)

Malay Salon

still wait to be entertain..
sory ye..boss kat kedai seblah beli pinggan..kejap saye panggil..

Non-Malay Salon

I want to trim my hair
Trim saje? You cuci n blow skali lah..

Malay Salon

Nak trim rambut..
Ok..

Non-Malay Salon

Miss, rambut u very thinla..u xmau cuba our tonic ke shampoo ke or hot oil..bagus tau..

Malay Salon

Dik,rambut awk ni nipisla kenape?
gugurla kak..
pakaila shampoo baby..

(then her phone rang..leave my hair and answer it..quarrel with her boyfriend for a couple of minutes..shouting, maki2 sume..ring again quarrel again..off the phone and a second phone after a few times quarreling..)

org laki ni memang kene ajar sikit dik..xboleh dibagi muke...ambik kau due2 phone aku off..geram aku dgn jantan ni tau..

(after that telefon kedai pulak bunyik...)

tgk tu die telefon kedai plak..bencinya akuu..!!! malas aku nak layan..mampos engkau..biar assistant yg layan..

Non-Malay Salon

I never saw any phone except the office phone and when there's a call its something like..
ya ya u can come..my shop is open..

Malay Salon

when I ask..
sini ade buat straightening kak?
ade..
brape ek?
pnjg rambut adik ni rm180
eh murahnye..
kat sini mmg murah..
ooo..perming buat kak?
buat tu buat dik tp takut xberape cantikla..xmahir sgt..
sini ade pluck eyebrow?
ade..
brape?
4ringgit je..
eh murahnyee..!
mmg murah..

Non-Malay Salon

when i ask..
sini ade buat straightening?
ade2..u mau buat ke? straightening or rebonding, gune papan or foil, or u mau try perming pulak..u punya rambut kalau kasi perm bawah manyak cantik miss..or u xmau colour ke miss..kasi brownish sikit..
it's okay..i survey je..u pluck eyebrow?
ade buat..kejap saje x sakit punya..u mau buat ke?

Malay Salon

my mom come in
dah ke long?
belom jap eh..
mak eh?
aah

Non-Malay Salon

my mom come in
dah long?
belom..jap eh..
ur mom aa miss?
yup..
ask my mom..
kakak, u xmau gunting skali u punya anak ke?

Malay Salon

brape kak?
3ringgit je dik..

Non-Malay Salon

how much?
8ringgit..u xmau our hair oil ke miss..2ringgit satu tube..bagus punya kasi moisturise ur hair..or u try la our shampoo kasi rambut u lebat sket..blablabla....

notice the difference..? no promotion, suggestion or any business oriented conversation when i was in the Malay Salon.

I'm not being a racist.I AM a malay.and if i've been given a choice obviously i'll go to the Malay
salon.i dont have to spent more money. my mom said..."That's why org melayu xramai boleh buat business..."
ade ma..tp diorg bukan typical malay macam yg tadi tula...tapi bagus jugak ma..xmembazir duit kite..lain kali pegi kedai tu lagilah..hehe

yess..typical malay..most of succesful Malay is not a typical one..so i'm trying not to be one..not only in business..but also in everything...

starting to miss her already..

All about Dya

*updated 18/8/2010*
Here's a thing or two you might want to know about the blog owner. (Note a 'thing' or 'two')=P

December babies love to cry. A LOT. 

They smile when you give them a coconut tree hairdo, put them in their stroller, and wear them gold accessories.

Now how about a cry baby turns uni student few thousand years later..

The uni is located at some remote and exile land called Cyberjaya. 

Of Interest

People say, one person must be good at one thing. But I have yet to found my hidden talent. I'm not good at art whatsoever, I can't draw, can't sing, my handwriting's crooked and I can't even put a decent make up on my face. I sucked at everything art related. I dance, but choreographed one, freestyle? nah.. If you ever see me dancing on a night club, I'm the one who as stiff as a lamp post.


Enochlophobia

I have an unease feeling when being in crowded places where strangers are just an inch away from your face. I followed my ex once to a gig somewhere in KL, not a very nice experience, people jumping up and down and sweating all over, screaming on your face, I'm kinda worried somebody might suddenly jumped on me, trampled me to death or contracting a deadly virus, who knows? in that massive crowds you never know..=P

I also have this unease feelings, seeing spinning and wobbling ceiling fans.

While I'm so deeply in love in sports, I'm not good at any of it. Everytime I tried a sport, I fell short, be it whether the coach doesn't like me, I got sick, my mom not approve, name any other reasons in the world.
So I drifted my interest to outdoor sports instead. I've tried wall climbing and fell in love the very instance and would love to try bungee jump one day.

Of Guys

I drool over bodies like Rio Ferdinand, Channing Tatum, Chris Cornell(Audio Slave), my Control Theory lecturer*cough*. The type that is big and tall, not to thin but not too muscular. Actually I do prefer thin tall guys that have a bit muscle like Zlatan Ibrahimovic. Okey those are stars. Normal people, doesn't have to be good looking at all, being tall is enough to makes me think he's attractive. So when I tell a girlfriend a guy is cute, He's not really a CUTE cute. He's just MY kind of cute, and most definitely a TALL GUY. Justin Bieber and David Archuletta are a BIG no no. You got my point.

But those are just eye candies, as for Mr. Right or anything like that, I don't put specifications as he must be 6 footed, got two hands or two noses. I don't have any physical or personality traits to favor. As far as true love is concern, it's all just chemistry.


Of Modelling

I'll sum my involvement in this industry in few simple words.

"A chubby unattractive teenager trying to gain her self-confident."

Now that she gained her much needed confidence, modelling no longer seems appealing to her.Hehehehe..

Well seriously, if you are trying to have fun, that's okay, but if you're trying to make money and you're not Juliana Evans or Diana Danielle, modelling will be hard on you in Malaysia. Please don't think posing, catwalking and sitting there giving your face to be modified are easy. Fun, yes. but NOT easy. Physically and mentally. But not if you're both Diana Danielle and..okey you got the point.=P

I have my few seconds of fame doing this, but it doesn't excite me as much and I haven't got that fulfilling feels compared to times when I played in marching bands, I danced to traditional song, got A for Engineering Maths or watching Arsenal games, and they won.


So I'll take that as an occasional activities, when I feel like playing all dolled up, I'll go casting.=P.


Extra pocket money
I've done few part-time jobs before, first was a salesgirl at Sinma, Alamanda, and hostess/waitress at ShangriLa Putrajaya, oh and not forgetting my 2 days experience working at Lam Loong photoshop. =P

Now 2010, I'm no longer doing any of the above.
Currently my life is all about, Power Electronics, High Voltage Engineering, Arsenal matches and So You Think You Can Dance.=P

Identity crisis: Senior Children at Multimedia Kindergarten Playground.

 Peanut Butter and Banana Smoothies anyone?
Coursemates are my life now. Joyce, Azue, Gayathrie and Net.

Will add more narcissistic facts later if I still have any.

Yours truly,

  23 and confused

missnadira signing off. (^_^)