I wonder if the twirling red, blue and white stripe thingy of a tube outside barber shops are significant only to Malaysia, or whether it is an international sign stating that there’s a barber’s shop here.

Much has changed in the world around me back home. The school curriculum changes continuously, KL roads are sprouting more and more tolls, which is the root problem of a lot of traffic jams on highways these days, even the mindset of society has changed, with materialism growing and civic mindedness declining.

Heh, the only thing that hasn’t changed much is this barber shop I frequent everytime I come back to KL. I’ve been going to that shop ever since I was a kid in primary school, all the way through to high school. It’s only 5 minutes walk from my place and convenient, considering I never had a car back in those days. Not like I could drive one anyway. I don’t dig designer hair stylists or saloons, maybe because I lack the hair to warrant the need to visit such establishments. Really, what hair do I have left to style anyway?

This barber shop is stuck in a time capsule. It is utterly unchanged since I visited it so long ago. The chairs, wall paint, are all the same as they were, preserved in time, it’s like visiting a museum display. The only changes are to the patrons of the place and also the barbers who work there. The Indian uncle who usually cuts my hair has aged. His hair is short and gray instead of the shiny gelled black hair of before. The haircuts are still quick and nicely done, heh, all these years have not waned the skill and experienced gained by the Indian uncle.This place really defies the travel of time, even after so many years, my hair cut was raised from RM8 as a kid to RM9 and has been fixed at RM10 since my highschool days until now, 3 days ago. 15 odd years and inflation has not affected this place.

Heh, that day I gave the fee with two hands and a ‘Terima kasih’, something I hardly do anymore. I really felt appreciative of the Indian uncle’s services.