When it comes to styling of hair, I am highly aware of my inability to style my hair. As in, no way would I ever even be able to do it because knowing how to style my hair isn't something I was born with. Since young, I had never styled my hair properly before. The hair that you see literally then, was the hair-styled set for me by my environment. So each day, I would be going to school with a different look. Some of you may have already noticed my "unique" hairstyle. It depends, really, whether the wind blows strong, or by the amount of lorries or cars swooshing pass or whether it rained.
But . . . I used to have a hairstyle back then when I was in primary school, but the transition in me, from primary to secondary school had led me to shed away my old hairstyle because otherwise, I would look like a geek.

My hair, is special. Yes, if you noticed, I have naturally a slight tinch of brown curly hair but its not about how my curly hair looks like, but when the curling starts. I adopted the curly hairs from my mom, likewise for my sisters but apparently, both of my sisters straightened their hair. My hair, would be straight when its short, but it would curl when it gets long. So, my hair, has its unique way of indicating that it needs to be cut, so as what my sister said. I view having curly hair to be both a blessing and perhaps, a curse. Not much people have it, which is why I like my curly hair but having a curly hair is hard to manage with as it gets out of control sometimes.

I envy those people with nice hair, one which doesn't need much maintenance. I dream of having a hair from which I could just wake up and go to school but it still looks good.




Going to the barber shop is like going to the butcher store, except the only difference in comparison is that my hair was the one getting butched. I NEVER had a good experience in a saloon or a barber shop before. The last incident which happened in the barber shop was when I was critised because of my  " ever-so-fluent " Malay language because I mixed up with " Potong sikit " and " Sikit Potong " . Which means " Cut my hair till its little " and " Just cut a little " respectively. Huge difference eh? Just by switching and mixing those two words around, the end results are like two worlds apart.

Well, having my hair cut in a barber shop beats having my hair cut by my father. He would swing his scissors vigorously around, cutting my hair in such a manner it will look cool if you stand there watching, but if you change your attention to the person having his hair cut, you will be seeing a disfigured person moaning in pain.





He would go about by snipping some of your hair first, followed by a pulling motion. What was the pulling motion for? Don't ask, I have no idea myself.
Oh! and not to mention that the scissors he used is not sharp enough and its the same scissors we used to cut food or stuff. So imagine, having some of your hair, left uncut, together with fish scales on it, between the blades of the scissor, and you would cry for mercy for the pain which was about to come as he pulls your hair.
But look on the bright side, you will live with your hair cut, accompanied with the exquisite scent of fish and some fish scales acting as a hair accessories.


Oh well, I am going to have my hair cut sooner or later. Perhaps today or a week later. I have yet tell you how my mom cut my hair like how she cuts her plants or bushes but perhaps another time.