Every girl dreams of having nice, long black hair, right?--the damn advertisements feed that longing. So if you were a fully developed homo sapiens specie, then you would have developed some rational sort of thinking right? So, say you were born with nice, straight hair, it should follow that that is the same hair you're going to grow old with, right? Is that too farfetched an analogy? Am I being stubbornly insipid here by making such a conclusion? Am I about to cause a benign tumor in Aristotle's head by speaking such? I don't think so. Logic points to straight being straight, bent being bent and gay being gay. Period.

Alas, a curse of some sort has befallen my family. I do not pretend to know when this began, but I would sure like to get to the root of the matter... The curse goes that, on our 10th birthday, the UNRULY, FRIZZY HAIR shall replace our tame, gentle, smooth, silky mane! While some lucky cousins have been spared, seven of us were touched by it. Oh, mercy! And we'll have to live with these options to look more "together": the muriatic acid-laced straightening procedure, the 1st-degree-burn-inducing straightening irons, or the bank-account-murderer hair rebonding process. It really depends on your pain threshold...And it shall never behave again.

Well, I'm loving the bangs as of the moment. In three months time, the curls would reappear, and seeing as salons cost an arm, a leg and cute little butt cheek here in Minnesota, I'm guessing my curly hair will stay that way until I get back to Manila. Sigh. The irony of life.. it gives you joy then all too soon, takes it away.