Singapore School Boys' Looking More Like Girls' &  School Girls' Looking More Like Night Club Guests'

Barber Shops closing down because both parents and schools' no longer care about discipline

What has become of Singapore's strict and disciplined school system?

Uniform is compulsory for all students, not only at primary and secondary school but also at the pre-university (Junior College) level.Though the colors vary from school to school, the normal uniform for boys is shorts or long pants in the specified colour and material, with a short-sleeved shirt (often white) while girls' uniforms include pinafores or skirts, with blouses and shorts underneath.


Uniform requirements are laid down in great detail by each school and these are rigorously enforced.


Colours and styles for shirts or blouses, and for trousers or skirts, are tightly specified, and in some cases the shirt or blouse must have military-style epaulettes, and/or a metal badge on each collar, and so on. Because of the tropical climate, blazers and ties are worn only for special occasions. In some schools, ties are also worn on Mondays. It is therefore the boy's shirt or girl's blouse, rather than a blazer as in the UK, on to which the school badge must be sewn. Nearly all schools require white socks and white shoes. Some schools forbid girls to wear coloured bras.


At almost all secondary schools, boys are not permitted to wear long trousers until they start secondary 3 (normally the year in which a student turns 15, but in certain cases he might be a year or even two years older). In a few schools, the year of changing from shorts to longs is secondary 4; and in one or two, such as Catholic High School, male students must wear short trousers throughout their time at the school.


It appears that the rule Outlandish hairstyles are not allowed and a schools' management reserves the right to reject any new hairstyle it deems inappropriate for school as listed below has been FORGOTTEN or OVERLOOKED:

Boys:  

• No dyeing or highlighting of hair.
• Hair at the back of the head and around the ears must be sloped. Overlap hairstyle is not allowed.
• The fringe must not touch the eyebrows when combed down.
• Face must be clean shaven. Sideburns, moustache and beard are not allowed.

Girls:

• Girls with long hair must tie it up neatly with black, dark blue or dark brown hair accessories, ensuring that the fringe does not touch the eyebrows or is pinned up at all times as shown here.
• Girls with short hair must also keep the fringe from touching the eyebrows or pin it up as shown here.
• Dyeing or highlighting of hair is not allowed.
• Hair Extensions are not allowed.
• The school management reserves the right to reject any new hairstyle it deems inappropriate for school.

So why not bring back a regulation mandatory hairstyle for all school boys and all school girls in Singapore and a weekly visit from the school barber to every school.

Rgegulation Boy's Cut: 




I had long hair until I was dragged to the school\s Barber Shop and I love the new look
The haircut is tapered short and done with Electric Clippers allowing a compitent school barber to haitcut one boy every seven minutes or at least ten school boys an hour.

 Rgegulation Girl's Cut:

I had long hair until I was lined up at the school\s Barber Shop behind some boys in my class and one other female classmate.

.The haircut is short and done with Electric Clippers and scissors allowing a compitent school barber to haitcut one girl every ten minutes or at least eight school girls an hour. Amazingly the same male barbers who haircut the boys also cut the girls and they are so "bloody" good at what they do.

School boys and girls walking around with long fancy hair and some with colour streaks is a real disgrace to the principles of discipline. No more school barber or discipline master in today Singapore why?

Bring back a school barber urgently..............They need it.

  

Military Academy In processing

Military Academy In processing

OK, we were here. I paused for a moment and took a deep breath before getting out of the car. We just pulled up to the USO office and it was time for me to say goodbye. My family and my boyfriend were with me and after a very long and tearful goodbye I entered into the USO office. I did one last inventory to make sure I had everything; I checked my forms, my orders, personnel file, medical and dental records, everything was there. The only other thing I had with me was the clothes on my back.

I was dressed in blue shorts and a white t-shirt, and I wore my brown open toe sandals. I didn’t get dressed for the occasion, as I new I was not going to need my civvies anymore. My hair was very long blonde with light highlights. I was very nervous about going into the military academy boot camp.

At the USO office we hung around and waited for the next bus. It was around 10:30 on a Sunday morning in mid August and it was very hot. My hair was tied up because of the heat and the USO office was not air-conditioned. I sat out back in the shade and chatted with another female recruit.

“I love your hair,” I told her.

”Thanks,” She said. “I got it done yesterday, I figured I’d get it cut back home to try and cheat the barber.” She said. It was a very cute blonde pixie cut.

“I just hope its short enough to keep them away from me,” she said.

“Barber?” I asked.

“Yea, you know the academy barber,” she said. I gave her a puzzled look.

“You don’t know about the regulation haircuts?” she said.

“No,” I said.

My Dad never said anything about this when I agreed to come here. He said it was a good education and a great life experience. I thought it wouldn’t be so bad.

“What haircuts?” I asked.

“Well they make the guys get buzz cuts and they cut the girls hair very short,” she said.

“Yea right,” I said.

I didn’t believe her. I’ve seen girls get regulation haircuts on the TV before but never anything shorter then shoulder length. I dropped the subject.

The bus pulled up around 11 am and we lined up to get in it. As soon as I got on the bus I entered into a new world. I was told to sit down, shut-up and fill out some forms. The entire bus ride to the camp we were being yelled at. We were told our lives as we new it was over, no more crying for mommy and daddy, they really drilled us for the entire one-hour bus ride.

We pulled into the camp and stopped in front of the inprocessing building. We were told to run so we ran off the bus and into the building and lined up in ranks. The Recruit Division Commander wouldn’t stop yelling at us. He scared me to death. I was petrified. If you would slip, you would get an earful. He would yell at us to do something and wait for someone to mess up. They would yell at anyone who did anything, and they would do it all over again.

Bus after bus was pulling in so the inprocessing took a very long time. We got their at 12 in the afternoon and after over an our of yelling we finally moved through the process. We lined up in the corridor and slowly moved to the first area. We came around the corner and it was for our shots.

You continue to walk down the line into a line of Coremen (Nurses). There were 3 of them on each side of the line. I stepped up to the first pair and stood straight up. My arms were wiped with alcohol, and then a succession of shot after shot was pumped into my arm as I stepped down the line (I think six in total, three in each arm). It hurt like hell.

When that was over you continued through another corridor and into the medac and dentac. In there they took your weight, measurements and blood and checked your teeth. The whole time while waiting in lines in the corridors the drill sergeants yelled at us and ganged up on us.

Back out of the medac again we were in another corridor. This one was long and you could see a sign at the very end that said ‘Barber.’ I felt a pit in my stomach when I saw that sign. My hair was still up so I unpinned it to feel it. A drill sergeant saw me do this from behind and snuck up on me.

“Who said you could do that you rat!” he yelled from behind me running at me. I froze up completely when he did this.

“Answer me when I'm talking to you,” he yelled.

“It was getting uncomfortable sir,” I yelled back as loud as I could.

“Of course it was getting uncomfortable, I've never seen so much hair in all my life! What do you think this is the prom?” he yelled at me.

“No Sir,” I yelled.

“I can’t hear you,” he yelled.

“No Sir,” I yelled louder.

“I bet you didn’t even go to your prom,” he yelled at me. “They don’t let rats go to the prom now do they rat.”

“No they don’t sir,” I yelled.

“Now what are you going to do about that mop on top of your head you rat,” he yelled.

“I’m going to get a haircut sir,” I yelled.

“I can’t hear you,” he yelled.

“I’m going to get a haircut sir,” I yelled louder.

“Very good prom queen, and are you looking forward to your haircut,” he yelled.

“Yes I am sir,” I yelled.

“Very Good Prom Queen. You better love it too or I’ll give you a world of hurt” He yelled.

He moved on to yelling at someone else and I was relieved. It was very stressful being in the line-up. It was like hell. It had been hours already with little movement and my feet were killing me. We were moving closer and closer to the barber sign and the doorway was now visible. I couldn’t see in it yet but the sound of humming clippers was getting louder and louder.

I was petrified of what was beyond the doorway. About every 30 to 60 seconds another recruit would enter the barber. I didn’t see anyone one coming back out after, so you didn’t know what was going on in there. There were other female recruits well ahead of me and I wanted to enter just after to see them so I knew what to expect.

I thought back to the USO office and the conversation with that girl. I was still certain I would just get it cut to my shoulders or something and nothing shorter. I kept glancing down at the hair over my shoulders but didn’t dare touch it. I didn’t want to get caught again.

I watched the last female recruit enter into the barber in front of me down the line and I tried to look in. It was still to far away. We were getting closer and closer to the Barber’s door and I was getting more and more nervous about it. You could hear the action inside much clearer now. There was a drill sergeant yelling ‘Move, Move Move,’ at a recruit when he entered. And you could hear the sound of the clippers filling up the room. I was getting very close now.

Five people left in front of me and I could just barely peer in finally. It was a long and narrow room with 6 Barber chairs all in a row facing forward. There was a mirror spread all the way across the back wall with a shelf going straight across at the bottom of it. There were all male recruits sitting in the barber chairs with their backs to the mirror so they couldn’t see themselves. Female barbers stood behind them and worked fast clipping their hair all the way down into crew cuts. I shivered at the sight and thought for a moment of them cutting my hair like that. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen when I went in there and I was freaking out on the inside.

There was just one more person in front of me now. I reached up and touched my hair for the last time. I ran my finger through my head and stroked it over my shoulders. It felt good.

“Move it,” the drill sergeant yelled to the guy in front of me and I jumped. That made me next in line. I stood their very still and watched. I was petrified standing there. I didn’t want to cut my hair. I couldn’t believe I didn’t think about this when I signed up for this.

One of the barberettes was finishing with a recruit in the third chair in. She flicked the cape off of him and he got up and walked out the other side of the barbershop.

“Move it prom queen,” the drill sergeant yelled at me and I started to walk towards the chair.

“Faster, Faster, Faster,” he yelled and I moved it for the chair double step and jumped into it.

The Barberette flung the cape up over my head and it slowly fell over me like a parachute. She wrapped it around my neck and pulled my hair out from underneath it pulling it back over the chair. I sat there looking straight ahead at a white painted cylinder block wall. I was trembling a little and I could feel a huge lump in my throat.

She started pumping the chair up and I could feel her start to comb my hair out in the back. She was tugging at it a little trying to comb out the tangles. I heard a pair of scissors close and the sound sent shivers straight through my spine, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, I could hear them working fast back their and I could feel the weight of my hair falling away.

I couldn’t see anything and I was completely numb. My eyes were starting to water up and I was trying very hard not to cry. She came around my left side and I glanced as the comb came towards my check and enter into my hair at my left ear. I heard the scissors again; snip, snip, snip, snip, and I glanced to my left shoulder to see locks of hair cascading down my shoulder and into my lap.

She moved around to my right and I could feel the comb enter into my hair from the back into my ear, and the scissors came into my vision on my right. I watched as the blades opened as they moved towards my cheek, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, they cut fast into my right side releasing my locks onto my shoulder and into my lap.

She went back behind me and I could feel her combing my hair out on top of my head in the very front. Then I felt as she held a section between her fingers so I glanced up as far as I could see. I barely saw the shiny scissors in my peripheral vision but heard them again, snip, snip, snip, I watched as clumps of hair fell from the top of my head over my face and into my lap in front of me.

I could feel her combing and combing on the top and then feel her hold a section and snip, snip, snip, more hair kept falling and falling over my face and into my lap. She did this all the way across the top of my head from my forehead to my crown.

I sat there trembling with my hair piling up in front of me. Eventually she stopped her work on the top and there was a pause for a moment. I then hear a pop and the hum as she turned on the clippers. I tensed up to try to stop myself from peeing in my shorts. She tilted my head straight down into my chin. I felt them hit my nape and move all the way up the back of my head.

They moved swiftly pass after pass through the back and around my left side, and then the right side. Clumps of hair went raining off of my head and all over the cape. she finally stopped and their was another brief pause. I heard a water bottle spray behind me and felt water on the back of my crown. I felt her hand ruffling my hair on top as she sprayed it wet all on the top. This stopped for a moment and I heard the scissors again. She started combing the hair at my forehead with the comb and snipping away very fast at the top, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, I could hear them work and little snippets of hair went raining from the top of my head over my shoulders and lap. I could feel the combing and hear the snipping very fast from my forehead to my crown, and at the top of the sides of my head, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, as more and more snippets fell from my head all around me. She worked very fast.

I heard the clippers once more as she tilted my head forward again. I felt them buzzing up and down at my nape all the way through the back, and over both of my ears. She turned them off and all of the action stopped.

I felt her unclip the cape in the back and loosen it. I felt a very fast succession of bristles softly brushing my nape and neck as she was cleaning me up with a dusting brush. She did this all through the back, my neck and my ears, my forehead, and cleaned my face with it.

She flung the cape off of me, and my hair all fell to the floor all around me. I got up slowly as I felt very lightheaded. I walked out the exit way and into another corridor. And stood in line again. It felt very strange to not have hair on my shoulders anymore. Everyone in front of me had been clipped too so the line looked very different now. I could feel the air on my neck and nape and my ears. I had no idea what I looked like and I tried to ignore it ever happened.

We eventually got through the rest of the inprocessing. After receiving our uniforms and being assigned barracks we had our swearing in. It was about 8 at night when it all finished but the day was not over yet. We were marched until 2 am and were finally aloud to sleep for almost 4 hours.

It wasn’t until the next morning that I had a chance to look at myself finally when using the bathroom. It was short. It was buzzed pretty short in the sides and back with a taper and the top was a little over ½ inch in length. It looked strange on me but by this point I was way to exhausted to even care. I ended up with the nickname 'Prom Queen' from the Drill Sergeants from then on. That one stuck all the way through boot camp but I didn't really mind so much.

By Tammy

The Two Sisters Punishment Haircut

The Two Sisters Punishment Haircut


It was more than forty (40) degrees outside on a scorching summer day in Sydney.

Both girls accompanied by their father were in a sort of panic feeling as their father said to the receptionist with an abrupt voice "very short back sides for the both of them".

Tina looked at her sister Cheryl and both of them sat in the waiting area with a look of fear on their faces.

"Well, here we are in a barber shop and both of you know what is about to happen.... You will both get your hair cut, and this time I am going all the way " said the father to his daughters with amazing confidence. "No way" exclaimed the two girls. "If you want to behave like brats or sook that's ok because you will both get your haircuts here today" said the father.

Tina's hair was below her waist line and Cheryl had hair that reached down to her bra strap.

Tina and Cheryl thought they would never see the day their dad carried through with his threat about them getting haircuts. "Daddy .. Daddy please don't .. We promise no more late nights" they both said with tears starting to fall on both their faces.

"Don't make any promises you can't keep because it is too late, You are going to get decent short .. short hair today" said their dad with a loud commanding voice again.

As they were talking between themselves about their upcoming fate I being the barber looked over their way and yelled "Next?" sending both girls into a sort of panic feeling.

Their father walked over to where I was standing near the vacant chair and said "both are to get short, short .. really short back and sides boyish cuts ... do you understand?"

"Yes, certainly consider it done even if I have to handcuff them to the chair"

"That may be a good idea so do it" said their father before turning to Tina and at the top of his voice shouting "get your bum into the barbers' chair now".

Tina raised herself slowly off her chair and started moving towards the massive barber chair waiting for her.

Neither Tina or her sister had ever sat in a barbers' chair before, the size of it was a little intimidating, with her not knowing what all the handles and equipment were for but little did she know she was about to find out.

Cheryl just sat in awe that her sister was actually sitting in that immense chair about to be shorn of all her long blonde tresses and that her turn would follow.

But their father was in control and he knew what he wanted , he also knew that she was going to ensure they got just what he had promised.

"My name is Wallace the barber" I said as I fastened the clean barbers' cloth then cape around Tina's' neck. I tightened it firmly and turned her to the mirror to explain to her about her haircut. "Your father wants you to have a short, short cut and that is what I am going to do young Tina"

"No No No I do not want all my hair cut off " she said without hesitation. "Well I am sorry all your hair will be cut off, so stop sooking and making a scene young lady" I replied.

As I turned Tina back away from the mirror before shearing her beautiful blonde hair to the floor she started sooking and pulled the cape around her neck off.

So I asked the salons' goffer / assistant to get me two pairs of handcuffs from behind the counter and with her father's assistance I cuffed both Tina's hands to the chair.

Tina continued her tears but I just went on and wrapped clean barbers' cloth then cape around Tina's' neck once again and I tightened it firmly.

“All right,” the father said to me with a sense of excitement and he returned to take a seat in the waiting area.

“Big Change,” I said as I started to pull Tina's long hair out from under the cape.

Tina looked up at her long hair one last time as I came back around with scissors and comb in my hand.

I started by combing out a section right on top of her head and held it between my fingers. Her sister's eyes popped as I moved in with the scissors. SNIP SNIP SNIP, the scissors closed right into Tina's hair about an inch above my scalp. 50” of her hair was raining down onto the cape in front of her very own eyes.

I was quick to comb out the next section and SNIP SNIP SNIP. More of her hair was raining down over her shoulders and onto the cape. I worked my way up the top of her head reducing it to roughly 1” in length and moved my way over her right ear.

For Tina the sound of the scissors was petrifying. With every snip more and more of her hair would rain down into her lap. The right side was now completely cropped to roughly 1” in length like the top.

Now I tilted her head forward with my hand and started cutting toward the back behind her right ear. I held up section after section in the back and snipped away vigorously reducing the length all the way down to a short crop across the back. Tina's head down looking into the pile of hair that had gathered in her lap and could feel the weight getting lighter and lighter after each and every snip I took at the back of her head.

“Wow" I could hear her father say out loud as I was cutting away.

All Cheryl could see was me "The Barber" moving around and cutting away at section after section and was now taking the last few locks away from the back of Tina's head. I finished and the sound of the scissors finally went silent.

If Tina could see into a mirror at her reflection she would quickly realise that her hair was very roughly cropped to about 1” all over her head. She would see every feature on her face and neck now that there was no more hair to hide behind anymore. Her cheeks stood out more noticeably now without the long hair.

I returned to the bench put my comb and scissors down, before coming back behind Tina again with something in my hand which she didn’t get a chance to see, other then the chord that was leading to it. I tilted her head straight down to her chest and all she could hear was the sound of the WAHL Electric Clippers pop on. Nrrrrrrr. The sound of them filled the room.

I had my hand on top of her head holding it straight down and aIl she felt were the clippers being placed on her nape. They moved up the back of her head quickly in swift motions from the nape to her crown, pass after pass.

"Your turn very very very soon young lady" the father said to Cheryl with loud voice and smile on his face.

"No No No I do not want all my hair cut off " she said with tears on her eyes".

"Stop the sooking and the tears, all your hair will be cut off, no matter how much sooking and a scene you make young lady" the father replied.

I now tilted Tina's head to the left and I worked the clippers way up behind her right ear then over over her right ear pass after pass quickly taking her hair down to very short peach fuzz. I moved over to her left side and rammed the clippers pass after pass over the left side as well.

I changed the guard on the clippers and again tilted her head forward. I moved more slowly this time running the clippers up Tina's nape line creating a tight taper along her hairline all the way around the back and over her ears.

“This is how we lower your ears” I said to Tina cheerfully as I buzzed away at her hairline over her ears creating a tight fade.

I finished with the clippers and took a spray bottle and sprayed the top of her hair making it soaking wet. I took a hairbrush and hair dryer and started drying it straight back making it stick up on the top. When I finished it was all spiked up on the top of her head with a very round shape.

I now took the clippers and a comb again and came back behind Tina and slid the comb into the top of her hair holding it horizontally all the way across. I moved in slowly with the clippers and ran them all the way across the top of the comb pass after pass creating a flat top shape on top of her head.

I was mesmerised watching this transformation I had given Tina and how meticulously I worked at creating the shape, working slowly on the shape and took quite a bit of time until I was finally satisfied with it.

I put the clippers down and hit the foam dispenser and white foam came out of it.
I applied the warm white foam to her hairline across her nape and over her ears. He took a towel and placed it over my shoulder. I took a straight razor and ran it over a leather strap on the side of the chair.

I tilted her head straightforward and slid the razor into her nape scrapping it across the back of her neck. I ran the razor up over her right ear and down her right cheek. I went around to her left side and ran it over her left ear as well and down the other cheek.

I wiped her hairline off with the towel and threw the towel into a bin. I put some lotion on my hand and applied it to her skin where I had just shaved her. The smell was very much boyish aftershave lotion and very cooling on her skin.

As I do after every cut I took a dusting brush and poured some baby powder onto it. I brushed off her neck and over her ears and forehead while I loosened the cape. I slid the cape off of her shoulders allowing all of her long locks of hair to fall to the floor in front of her.

Finally I took the hand mirror and showed her the back.

“There you go young girl” I said before undoing the handcuffs and calling out "next to her sister".

Her sister burst out in tears and shouted
""No No No I do not want all my hair cut off " she said with tears on her eyes".

Tina reacted and said to her "oh yes you do and just as short as mine seeing it's you and your boyfriend who made dad so angry. Get off your ass and sit it he chair before I drag you over ... Now!"