I’ve always envied girls born with long straight hair. God didn’t give me such an asset ..mine has natural curls which require the magic of some ironing tool or blow-drying in order to look flawless. In my previous previous office, some guy who must have been Blackwell in his past life needlessly asked me “is it windy outside???” Yes, that must have been me – the distressed girl with the shoddy hair in the shampoo commercial – if you get my drift.
Thankfully, I was able to find a good hairstylist in David’s Salon this year until my friend James recommended an even better one. During one of those blah-blah moments when I was complaining about being bored with my crowning glory, he told me about this “really good stylist.” Coming from somebody who was managing editor of a top glossy in the country, I had to hang on to his words like gospel truth, for after all they know all about the movers, shakers and the latest trendy things in this town (fingers crossed).
The only thing with Kester, Teh Singapore-trained Hair Stylist, was that I had to make an appointment because he was sort of a sales executive by day and styliste by night. Moreover, he wasn’t affiliated with any commercial salon and ran his own private idaho at their family home in Little Baguio, San Juan. (Little Baguio?? To go here, I had to leave my car at home lest I get lost and waste precious gas. First I had to take the MRT and then hail the cab of a driver who knows this obscure street Little Baguio…. good thing Kester was kind enough to text me step-by-step instructions in going to his place.)
