Dear Diary,
Today my teacher cane me on my palm because she say my hair is long. I feel that is not being fair to me. Well, you see, it is not my fault at all. I told my Mummy last Wednesday that Teacher already ask me to cut my hair. All Mummy replied was, “ASK YOUR TEACHER TO CONCENTRATE TEACHING AND NOT BOTHERING YOUR HAIR.” And on Monday, again the teacher ask me to cut my hair. But you know, my Mummy is working full time. She reach home at 6.30pm and I come back from school at 7.00pm. She have to make sure my baby, my brother and me got proper dinner waiting on the dining table for us. But most of the time, we get tapau food only. I’m ok with that. Cos I know my Mummy is really busy. I ready say she is busy so she can’t bring me for a hair cut on a weekdays. So yesterday, the teacher cane me on my palm 🙁 .
I don’t understand. I am not stupid nor naughty. Why small matter like the hair also the teacher want to cane me? And I was caned in front of all my other 48 classmates. I was embarrassed. Tomorrow I don’t want to go to school.Well, my Mummy is afraid that the Teacher is going to cane me again tomorrow. So, she bring me for a hair cut. But, it is 8pm. So late at night and I have my violin class at 8.30pm. Mummy gone crazy again. Yelling at us, at my baby and brother because they like to fight. Mummy drop di-di at the violin class first and we walk to the salon just few doors away.
This Mummy ah, she is really crazy and fierce. She walk in the salon, let me rephrase, a high class salon. The cheap salon close already ma. Ok, so she walk in to the salon and say, “Give her a hair cut. A fast one. 5 MINUTES! Make sure it is short! No touching collar!” Mummy saw a magazine with a pretty aunty on it. She then ask the hair stylist to cut the same hairstyle. The hair stylist so scare of Mummy. He say, “This hair style 5 minutes cannot finish.”
“Ok. 10 minutes.”
“Miss, cannot la. At least 20 minutes.”
” Ok! Ok! Make it 15 minutes.”
This Mummy hor, I’m running late again but she is still so fussy with my hair. She want it shorter. It is already very short! Good thing the hair stylist bi, bla, bi, bla then Mummy say okok! Everything also ok. Aiyer.
Now I like my designer haircut 😀 . Luckly I was just in time for my violin class. So in a rush can die lidat.
Today was a sad and hectic day for me. I am so sad. Just now, Mummy tuck me to sleep. She teach me how to stand up for myself if this thing happen again in future. This is what Mummy say, “Teacher, it is not my fault. It is my Mummy’s fault. You don’t cane me.”
Hmmm… since it is not my fault, then the Teacher should cane my Mummy lor. See, the Teacher is not smart like my Mummy. They just simple cane student as they like. But I think Mummy should talk to the Teacher. If not, next time the Teacher will simply cane me or other children again. And since I’ve already cut my hair, the Teacher will assume that my Mummy is ok with the caning but in actual fact, she is not. But what can I do. I am only a 8 y/o child.
Nevermind la. It’s late already. I want to sleep. Oh, I just remember, Mummy took a photograph of my ‘longgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg’ hair. Ok la. Not that long but the little end there already touching the collar. Cannot wan you know. Our hair must be like Boy George lidat.
I laugh not because I am happy. I’m laughing at my Mummy is so crazy. She ask me to pose like a prisoner lidat. Tomorrow I go and show my teacher my new hair style. Very pretty wan. Good night.