For the blogger, not the blog
After 912 days. December 24, 2004 was the last time I had a haircut. Until yesterday.
Realizations of a once-long-haired man
I salute all women. I think hair was never meant to be worn long. There is just too much hassle – the wind, the heat, the drying time, the wet shirt because of drippings.
Hair shampoo manufacturers are all liars. You can’t make your hair more beautiful, manageable, unfrizzy, just by shampooing. What you were born with, live with it.
I think I would have been a beautiful woman, I always got the “mas maganda ka pa sakin” comment. People who mistake me for a girl are usually parking attendants, and toll booth people – them who only get to glance for a mere second or two; but they almost always say “Ay, sorry sir…” And, I always got the “banda ka?” question, therefore, long-hair = banda.
I always thought before that when I’d have long-hair I’d have a new look everyday. Unfortunately, I didn’t learn how to style my hair differently – it was always the usual ponytail. It was painful at the scalp if I wanted to tie my hair at different places.
A new chapter
I had the perfect excuse before for growing my hair. I would say, “You know the ends of my hair have seen my father alive, that’s why I’m not cutting them.” That was a lie (reason for not cutting). Partly. My father died in 2005. Truth is, I just want to experience this for once in my life. When I was younger, all rockers had long-hair, I idolized them. I guess now that I think about it, maybe I really need to let go of some things in my life. Maybe it’s time for a big change.