The history of my hair.

Once upon a time, there was this little boy, who was too short to look in to mirror in the toilet, because it is above the sink. His height can only reach the sink. Being a 4 year old boy, how he looks did not matter.

He visit the barber once in every 2 week, it was at the barber when he can see himself in the mirror. This little boy would always be greet by a shocking reflection of himself, seeing himself with the lengendary mushroom hair style. The fringe would always be straight as a ruler, the overall would look like a big bowl on the head.

As always, before the barber would even start, he would burst into tears, almost sure that he suffered from a hair diseases. However once and again, his mother would assure the barber what to do, saying that he cried only because he hated to cut hair.

Being a 4 year old, he would not dare make himself heard, fear that the mother would scold, and thus, carrying on his suffering on and on again.

Years pass by and by then, he reached his primary school age. Since primary 1, people would be laughing behind his back. The problem was not serious at first, since kids that age have parents fixing shitty hairstyles on their kids. As time passes and he grew up, by the time he reaches primary 4, his friends around would have more decent hairstyles, side partings, centre partings, spiky hair.

Being used to this fix hairstyle, he had lost all hope. Being brought up in his hairstyle, he was totally demoralised. His friends would tell him to change, once they dragged him to the toilet to comp a centre parting for him, but the fringe was so well done that 5 seconds later, it would be a mushroom again.

Time passes and he would be in secondary school. His hair wasn't a problem, but one incident caused him to change his mind totally.

One day he walk passed a group of girls, who were from the next class, one of the girl was the one he liked most, cute and sweet looking. As he walk passed them, they stopped their gossiping and watched. He would smile and walk by. As he reached a distant he heard them burst into laughter.

Then he heard one of them say: Oh my god *** ***, didn't he like you? Holy, his hair is like a mushroom.

After hearing it, his knees grew weak, body became heavier.
Suddenly the world looks different, like all eyes were on his hair, the mushroom.

He suddenly grew an anger inside him.
his mind: It is all your fault! Your stupid straight fur, why the F*** you so F****** straight, you like to look like a freaking retard?! You screw up Shi*, nothing could make you worse, gona destroy you at any cost.

And so he went to spent his hard earned $20 without eating lunch for a few days, his mom would not have gave him so much, she would only give him 5 dollar for a student hair cut at the malay barber downstairs his home, which happen to be a mushroom cut.

First time into the saloon, then it became clear, the hair stylist had saved his life, and he sworn that straight fringe is his biggest enemy.

Hate it on sight.