Grooming Day
Pretty fun day. Grooming day, which i understood as them telling you that shirts had to be tucked in etc etc... NOT QUITE!
We started off by having the girls and guys break up into 2 groups. One to be led by a well dressed fellow, Justin, and the other a prim lady, Lorraine.
Seeing as Justin was so well dressed, we thought he would tell us how to match our shirts and ties but seeing him standing on the other side of the room from the table full of fabrics filled us all with dread. Worse was to come as he beckoned us over to tables with mirrors, bowls of water, TWEEZERS!!?! and EYEBRUSHES!!?!
First thing we sat down, he said "We'll need to approach this session with an open mind." That couple with the aforementioned implements, ominous! The next couple of hours were spent doing facial washes, masks!!? (WTF i hear you say), moisturizing etc. Sighhh... But at least apart from our egos, it was still pretty painless.
"Now i'll show you how to pluck your eyebrows", winsome smile. ARGHH!! Flee for your lives! RUN!! *Sound of elephants stampeding* I snapped out of it to a voice proclaiming, "Keith shall be my model for this exercise". So up i went to the front of the class (4 other guys sitting there barely containing their laughter) to sit on a high stool. Argh! I never felt so much pain before! I mean sometimes your hair gets caught on something and u feel pain as it is ripped off but at least those are sudden and not premeditated. But this time, i could see the tweezers coming closer and closer and then i heard the *twang* sound before i felt pain, lots of pain. "OUCH", and all the girls at the other end of the room turned around. I could hear the waves of laughter and "Now you know what we girls go through to look good!" Argh, screw it, forget the looking good, girls, i hereby give you my fullest permission not to pull your eyebrows, armpit hair, brazillian wax, leg wax... etc etc... just use a friggin shaver! "OUCH!!!"
Our dear friend Justin then proceeded to "clean up" my eyebrows with quick, sharp pulls of a tweezer on my eyebrows! By the 2nd and 3rd pulls, i was beginning to get all misty eyed. Only thing that stopped me from gushing tears was how hilarious the whole situation was. Besides, i wasn't going to embarass myself further by bawling like a baby, i would do that during lunch in the toilet.
What made the whole thing worse was the Justin only did one side for me, so i had to do the other side! Of all the indignaties thrust upon me already, now i had to inflict the pain on myself or walk around with one well groomed side and the other looking like a wild pandan bush! Sighh... what to do, pull lor!
Next section was conducted by Jason, a hairstylist from Choice Cuts. He was late cos he was up till 3 working (on what i do not know) and could not sleep till 6am cos he was coughing badly. Anyway, he gave us tips on what we should do with our hair... boring stuff mostly.
After lunch, we had Lorraine teach us how to match our clothes and also general dressing sense. pretty interesting, never knew shirts were so complicated. 1) Collars had to be right height (aren't they all ONE height?) 2) Button down collars must always be buttoned down even if there was no tie one (fair enough). 3) The wideness of the collars had to match your chin (HUH?!) 4) Tilt your tie slightly to match the tilt of your nose (HUH?!)...... a few other things too... suffice to say most of them i never considered important enough to even think about.
Anyway, lots of stuff on pants too which spurred me to get new pants. Just as well that i didn't get them over the weekend before today's class. See, i washed my pants last thursday and while ironing them on friday, i pulled out a tag that said "Dry Clean Only". "Stuff it, time to get some new pants anyway".
Ok, i know it's all disjointed and stuff but i really haven't the tie nor the inclination to sort it out. Read (past tense) at your own peril.
We started off by having the girls and guys break up into 2 groups. One to be led by a well dressed fellow, Justin, and the other a prim lady, Lorraine.
Seeing as Justin was so well dressed, we thought he would tell us how to match our shirts and ties but seeing him standing on the other side of the room from the table full of fabrics filled us all with dread. Worse was to come as he beckoned us over to tables with mirrors, bowls of water, TWEEZERS!!?! and EYEBRUSHES!!?!
First thing we sat down, he said "We'll need to approach this session with an open mind." That couple with the aforementioned implements, ominous! The next couple of hours were spent doing facial washes, masks!!? (WTF i hear you say), moisturizing etc. Sighhh... But at least apart from our egos, it was still pretty painless.
"Now i'll show you how to pluck your eyebrows", winsome smile. ARGHH!! Flee for your lives! RUN!! *Sound of elephants stampeding* I snapped out of it to a voice proclaiming, "Keith shall be my model for this exercise". So up i went to the front of the class (4 other guys sitting there barely containing their laughter) to sit on a high stool. Argh! I never felt so much pain before! I mean sometimes your hair gets caught on something and u feel pain as it is ripped off but at least those are sudden and not premeditated. But this time, i could see the tweezers coming closer and closer and then i heard the *twang* sound before i felt pain, lots of pain. "OUCH", and all the girls at the other end of the room turned around. I could hear the waves of laughter and "Now you know what we girls go through to look good!" Argh, screw it, forget the looking good, girls, i hereby give you my fullest permission not to pull your eyebrows, armpit hair, brazillian wax, leg wax... etc etc... just use a friggin shaver! "OUCH!!!"
Our dear friend Justin then proceeded to "clean up" my eyebrows with quick, sharp pulls of a tweezer on my eyebrows! By the 2nd and 3rd pulls, i was beginning to get all misty eyed. Only thing that stopped me from gushing tears was how hilarious the whole situation was. Besides, i wasn't going to embarass myself further by bawling like a baby, i would do that during lunch in the toilet.
What made the whole thing worse was the Justin only did one side for me, so i had to do the other side! Of all the indignaties thrust upon me already, now i had to inflict the pain on myself or walk around with one well groomed side and the other looking like a wild pandan bush! Sighh... what to do, pull lor!
Next section was conducted by Jason, a hairstylist from Choice Cuts. He was late cos he was up till 3 working (on what i do not know) and could not sleep till 6am cos he was coughing badly. Anyway, he gave us tips on what we should do with our hair... boring stuff mostly.
After lunch, we had Lorraine teach us how to match our clothes and also general dressing sense. pretty interesting, never knew shirts were so complicated. 1) Collars had to be right height (aren't they all ONE height?) 2) Button down collars must always be buttoned down even if there was no tie one (fair enough). 3) The wideness of the collars had to match your chin (HUH?!) 4) Tilt your tie slightly to match the tilt of your nose (HUH?!)...... a few other things too... suffice to say most of them i never considered important enough to even think about.
Anyway, lots of stuff on pants too which spurred me to get new pants. Just as well that i didn't get them over the weekend before today's class. See, i washed my pants last thursday and while ironing them on friday, i pulled out a tag that said "Dry Clean Only". "Stuff it, time to get some new pants anyway".
Ok, i know it's all disjointed and stuff but i really haven't the tie nor the inclination to sort it out. Read (past tense) at your own peril.
posted by cokecat at 10:48 pm
1 Comments:
What?! You plucked your eye brow?! OMG!!! I can't believe this! I got to see this! You got to show me some close up picture of ur eye brow!
I understand that you need to "groom" yourself but I can't believe that they made you pluck your eye brows! Gosh! thats insaine! How metrosexual is that!?
*disgusted NaCl*
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