Finding Erbasol … Travel Through The Time Gate of Singapore In The 70’s

From the story of Living With Cynthia Chapter Mission Impossible comes the next installment as a follow-up to What The PUK?!. One morning, Cynthia had an outbreak of desperation: Do you know how frustrated it is?! And she repeated that three times.

PART ONE – FINDING ERBASOL

I certainly know how frustrated she is. Cynthia has sensitive skin and it is her lifelong mission to find the right set of products for her head, her face, and her body. I am used to taking over products that do not suit her. Like the Dove Firming Body Wash a while back. Do I need firming body wash? Seriously?

Taking over the shampoo or body wash that Cynthia cannot use is one thing. Taking over the cosmetic of hers is another. I cannot see myself applying that S$100+ moisturizer on my face on a daily basis. No way.

Having anticipated what is to come my way, I tried to understand why it is so frustrating for Cynthia to get the right moisturizer. Recently she has switched to Kiehl’s. The sample worked well but prolonged usage showed otherwise. It is frustrating of course because prior to Kiehl’s, she used Erbasol range of product and that worked well for her. Sadly, the beauty center she frequented has closed down. Hence, she has not been able to purchase Erbasol products since then.

Understanding the problem is the first step in solving any problem. That morning as though I saw the bat sign on the evening sky or Lois Lane’s scream at the ears of Superman, I was determined to step up, give it a try, to save another innocent’s life.

Figuratively.

Finding out where to buy the Erbasol product here in Singapore turns out to be quite a difficult task. At least to me. I did an extensive search in the Internet, got a lousy phone number that did not work. I tried eBay and sites alike and could not find that particular product. Really, what do I know about lady’s skin care products?

But I ain’t got to give in. No way. I sent an email to Erbasol headquarter asking for the contact information for the distributor in Singapore. Meanwhile, I was ready to call up each and every beauty center and even Erbasol headquarter in Italy if it is what it takes to find the product.

Gosh, I was determined.

We have a happy ending. The headquarter replied and they gave me an address (no phone number though). The rest is easy. Now … part two of the story.

PART TWO – TIME TRAVEL

The distributor Hairizon is located somewhere at Commonwealth drive. As I got out of the car park, I felt as though I was teleported back in time to Singapore in the 70’s. Slabs of stones underneath where my car rested were coming off. The buildings looked old and I even saw an old “bridge” unlike anything I have seen in Singapore (see picture above). Usually I see this sort of scenery in the neighborhood(s) of the oppositions. But no, I did see the sign of PAP (ruling party of Singapore) here and there.

Took me a while to find block 77 and when I found it, gosh, I looked at the shop and that looked old. Turns out that I was looking at the storeroom. The shop was at another outlet down the road.

I stepped in and this old lady looked at me, asked me in Chinese what I was looking for. We’ve talked on the phone, I replied. In this shop that was full of goods (mainly for hair salons), I saw wigs, different kinds of scissors that barbers use, and different kind of shampoo and gels and all sort of funky brands that I have not seen before. Besides the old lady, there was another middle age man shopping for some hair products for his hair salon.

I told the old lady what I needed (3 different kinds of Erbasol products in total) and she stepped out of her shop, left the office and shop opened, and headed to the store room for what seemed like ages. Meanwhile, this middle age man and I chatted on and on and I got to know the background of the shop, of the shop owners, of the shop owners’ children, and the various equipments that a hair salon uses. Not long afterwards, a middle age lady stepped in looking for a pair of scissors in order to give her son a haircut. She in turn chatted with the middle age man asking if he knew what sort of scissors are value for money.

After eternity, the old lady returned. I did some negotiations, have the GST waived, and the old lady chatted with me for God knows how long. You know, I really respect the patience of the rest of the customers. It is as though waiting is a norm in this small town. It must have taken me more than half an hour to get what I needed.

I felt as though I was in another world. But at least, mission accomplished … once again.