Buhok at Ekonomiya

Makakamura. Ito ang isa sa mga pangunahing dahilan ng aking pagpapagupit. Maiksi lang naman yung ginupit pero maraming pwedeng maitulong sa pagtitipid partikular na sa aking badyet, at sa ekonomiya ng ating bansa sa kabuuan. Ilan sa mga bagay-bagay ay ang shampoo, oras sa pagsusuklay at paliligo, tubig, nutrients na mapupunta sa buhok imbis na sa katawan, at iba pa.

Subalit…

Hindi ko naisip na mas magastos pa pala yung maintenance ng isang taong maiksi ang buhok. Kwarenta kada semana! Whaaaa!!!!!

Look Ma, No Hair!

they say it's a new look. i say it's good luck for year 08 (no need to elaborate, just decipher the figures wheehehehe).

i like my new hairstyle and umm... honestly, i'm getting the hang of it ;) nasadyahan ko ya :D nigel barker looks like me (need i introduce him? one of America's Next Top Model judges, ake?)

HASA XXV

A good two-year wait for HASA fanatics like me. It was a sad year last 2006 when there was no HASA after 23 wittyfully-not-so-wholesome years. It didn’t make sense but it happened. This year I was doubly excited and made another mental note that I’ll double the WARAS to make up for last year’s unused energy.

As expected I came on time. That means, before the show. I saw my husband three meters away checking his TM booth while I was waiting for Deecee. He glanced at my direction but I guess I don’t stand out in a queue anymore. Not bad. It only means I blended in with the college studes.

Finally, I heard the crowd inside the Audi start making the hair-raising countdown. It was weird to find myself still outside when in the past I would be prettily seated even before the spectators are allowed entry. It’s one of the privileges when you have a VA partner. This time also I had to buy my own ticket. The implication may hurt but it’s independence all the same.

Once inside, I found myself facing all backs before I started my way into the crowd. So this is how it is to be an ordinary spectator. (hehe it’s like a poor princess saying, so this is how it is to be poor)

Since I’m short I could only see the ceiling and the many heads in front of me so I decided to climb up on the steel scaffolding that holds the cameraman. I had a good view but had to sweat it out coz holding on a slim steel bar with only one foot on a thin steel line is no joke.

It also gave me a good view of my husband soo engrossed in texting (in a sunshiny mood) and ushering beautiful ladies plus grabbing chairs for them in front. Meanwhile, I was repeatedly battling against two VA boys so as not to be dragged down from my spot. I could not believe my ears when those two young uns yelled at me that I’m a hard-headed sonofa. I was so humiliated I felt like a dethroned princess or a long-forgotten celebrity. To refute the accusation, I wasn’t blocking anyone’s view, I swear. On the nth time, I grabbed this poor boy in his collar and yelled in an equally angry voice. I felt like a thief watching out for patrols.

Now, after two hours of muscle toning (or muscle trembling) I decided to leave HASA. This is the only time in my entire HASA life that I dared turn my head away from it even before it went halfway. HASA is like my gurlfrunds PR6 I could not imagine abandoning. The sad implication that some things belong in the past is well accepted.

Who won? Don’t ask.


-j


Postnote: I did scream a lot lot lot!! Cheered for ol o’em Clovers, Fisheries, Skimmers, Elektrons, Sotech in favor of friends who weren’t there. Whoaed some for Magnates, Scions, and Tycoons. But gave my throaty scream to REDBOLTS!!!

(i'm fond of fotos but i don't feel like putting one on this blog)