............"I'll know what i think when i see what i say" -- graham wallas............
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just when i wanted to keep a memory of my 'pondering by chance', i found an avenue to share, if not view alone, what runs in my mind AS LIFE GOES ON.if you got it flaunt it; if you lack it, fake it!
sheer fashion and good sports don’t go together for me. that’s why i’ve never been a personality at the latter – never a contender, rarely a supporter... well, neither am i an expert in fashion, but i’m always a supporter, and would love to be a contender! i drool at the sight of the stars all dressed up for the golden globe awards night. boy, it must be fun panic buying stuff for a walk on the red carpet!
no thanks to scarcity of funds, window-shopping is all that i can afford to do often :-(
plus my conscience is always on guard.. what i would spare to get a chanel sunglasses, i can use to feed a big family in a day.. a louis vuitton tiny bag? dearest, that’s all i have to give up for next month’s mortgage! hay..
am i glad there’s the convenience of “uniform only when on duty” policy in place; i have less to worry about when i go to work..
however, that does not decide for the magic that i desire for my hair. and i ain’t leaving this unresolved for the world!
oh, how delighted i am whenever a stranger approaches me to say that my hairstyle looks so simple yet enviable. modesty aside (and yes, i can’t believe it, too..) i’ve had that one minute of fame happening in more than one occasion. the best part of it is that the stranger is a woman!! for me, it’s more flattering to be noticed by women than men, given that most men tend to be “compassionate” in hope to be called a hero?!
a woman rarely compliments another woman, but when she does, it's usually honest.. “you carry that style well. as they say, if you got it, flaunt it!"
encounters like that are liberating; give me the feeling that a trip to the salon is indeed a “must do” task every three weeks without fail, lest i want those kind women to know that i carry a make-believe look.. you see, i have a well-kept secret: i don’t have naturally nice hair :-(.. one of my biggest frustrations, i don’t have it so can’t flaunt it..
i envy those who can throw caution to the wind with trying out whatever is the latest in haircut or experimenting with different brands of shampoo. my hair type is actually one that is so inconsiderate. my good fate is drawn only in a salon. miss one treatment and bam!!!! it’s bad hair day in the offing.
my savior is a a lot of quiet time getting treatments called hairspa, highlight, trim.. right, the works.. to think that i sport super short hair!
i do share God's blessings in me with the less fortunate; but when my crowning glory is the matter, forgive me, the “feed-your-needy-relative first” issue is not for discussion. this is the only personal luxury i refuse to compromise.
i’m not really into putting on fancy makeup (i have no patience painting on my face) or wearing perfume (i tend to get migraine attack on that); but no way will i be caught with a bad hair day. especially in this cruel world when a happy day isn’t always imminent, i got to do something to pan me out. i refuse to be sad and 'uncoiffured' at the same time.
i praise beauty experts more than i do a bunch of government officials. stylists make me want to pay them more with their work while most senators make me want to take our money back! a salon transforms a cinderella to a princess; the congress transforms cinderella to another cinderella. the cosmetologists get my vote then.
call it a girl thing; there isn’t a chance i’d turn my back against the quest to pretend that vanity exists in me. i embrace the strategy: “if you lack it, fake it.” :-)
i know, i know.. people obsessed like me are freaks.. the nerve to have over concern on a “not-at-all-critical-to-humanity’s-survival” topic!
disgusting priority?.. hey, cut me some slack. i’m from venus, not from mars; hence, a pardonable act.. or not??
if someone asks me, it's a sad reality that the rest of mankind will have to deal with: freaks have it their way.
as life goes on.
no thanks to scarcity of funds, window-shopping is all that i can afford to do often :-(
plus my conscience is always on guard.. what i would spare to get a chanel sunglasses, i can use to feed a big family in a day.. a louis vuitton tiny bag? dearest, that’s all i have to give up for next month’s mortgage! hay..
am i glad there’s the convenience of “uniform only when on duty” policy in place; i have less to worry about when i go to work..
however, that does not decide for the magic that i desire for my hair. and i ain’t leaving this unresolved for the world!
oh, how delighted i am whenever a stranger approaches me to say that my hairstyle looks so simple yet enviable. modesty aside (and yes, i can’t believe it, too..) i’ve had that one minute of fame happening in more than one occasion. the best part of it is that the stranger is a woman!! for me, it’s more flattering to be noticed by women than men, given that most men tend to be “compassionate” in hope to be called a hero?!
a woman rarely compliments another woman, but when she does, it's usually honest.. “you carry that style well. as they say, if you got it, flaunt it!"
encounters like that are liberating; give me the feeling that a trip to the salon is indeed a “must do” task every three weeks without fail, lest i want those kind women to know that i carry a make-believe look.. you see, i have a well-kept secret: i don’t have naturally nice hair :-(.. one of my biggest frustrations, i don’t have it so can’t flaunt it..
i envy those who can throw caution to the wind with trying out whatever is the latest in haircut or experimenting with different brands of shampoo. my hair type is actually one that is so inconsiderate. my good fate is drawn only in a salon. miss one treatment and bam!!!! it’s bad hair day in the offing.
my savior is a a lot of quiet time getting treatments called hairspa, highlight, trim.. right, the works.. to think that i sport super short hair!
i do share God's blessings in me with the less fortunate; but when my crowning glory is the matter, forgive me, the “feed-your-needy-relative first” issue is not for discussion. this is the only personal luxury i refuse to compromise.
i’m not really into putting on fancy makeup (i have no patience painting on my face) or wearing perfume (i tend to get migraine attack on that); but no way will i be caught with a bad hair day. especially in this cruel world when a happy day isn’t always imminent, i got to do something to pan me out. i refuse to be sad and 'uncoiffured' at the same time.
i praise beauty experts more than i do a bunch of government officials. stylists make me want to pay them more with their work while most senators make me want to take our money back! a salon transforms a cinderella to a princess; the congress transforms cinderella to another cinderella. the cosmetologists get my vote then.
call it a girl thing; there isn’t a chance i’d turn my back against the quest to pretend that vanity exists in me. i embrace the strategy: “if you lack it, fake it.” :-)
i know, i know.. people obsessed like me are freaks.. the nerve to have over concern on a “not-at-all-critical-to-humanity’s-survival” topic!
disgusting priority?.. hey, cut me some slack. i’m from venus, not from mars; hence, a pardonable act.. or not??
if someone asks me, it's a sad reality that the rest of mankind will have to deal with: freaks have it their way.
as life goes on.
