My Hair Affair

I grew up believing that girls with straight shiny hair had every right (and the only ones allowed) to grow their hairs long.  So having been born with wavy naturals limited me to only have short hair. It was only last year when I succumbed to the other side.(when I met Allan (a hairstylist) who introduced me to hair rebonding).

I had my hair at its longest beyond shoulder length, spending heaps for chemical treatments to keep it straight – plus products to repair the damage. And regular visits to Allan’s parlor who turned me into a believer and suki. (He knows how to make me feel beautiful).

When I came to Auckland, I couldn’t keep up with the upkeep. It was expensive to use treatments and being mayor doma of a household nga gubot,  did not allow me to spend time in front of the mirror and take long hair pampering showers.

I tested different kinds of shampoos and conditioners only to find out that I damaged my frizzies even more. (for vanity’s sake lagi) My tresses was all over our place. It was dry and brittle and dead. And so, as a new year’s resolution for 2009, I decided to give my hair the attention it needed.

A chinese lady plus cheap cut plus a less than 3 minute trim equals DISASTER. (I did not mean to be racist here but she must have had training with a mower before she held scissors)  Our current budget did not allow me to spend much for vanity, so I curl my lips as my heart weeps seeing my hair worsen day by day. I did not want to have my pictures taken, and passing by a mirror only hurt my sensibilities. Yes, talk about my hair and I will pounce on you ala Manny Pacquiao. It grew side ways despite the falling hairs plus I see silver streaks when I flip it to the sides. When it comes to hair, I don’t have the patience. And I feel ugly and unkept and stressed over it.

I did not want to go back to my short hair days. I felt so OA being on a crossroad as to going back to short short dodong cut or letting it grow back to its Allan days. I have gone to long and don’t want to return and start all over. My boylets swear I look better with long hair. I believe them… but the ordeal of getting it to grow back is killing me each day. If only I had the patience to save enough & just get it chemically treated here. nah! I only have myself to blame for seeing Ambrosia Lee, the chinese grass cutter kay new year lagi, new look, new hair. Dah GABA! Big Time.

SO, 3 hair trims after and savings enough for a hair treatment, I found Danny who gave me a short bob cut and shiny flattened strands. I found a new Allan.

I am uber happy! This is a good start. It will grow back but I have time. I will have to take care of my crowning glory because I made a decision not to return to short boy cuts. This will definitely be a long hair affair. I am loving the bounce and flipping it back when I walk to the bus stop does not enduce migraine. When the winds blow, it returns to its shape and it does not tangle. I don’t ever want to wet my hair for fear it will start curling up again. (OA lagi ba). Only Danny can touch my hair from now on. (and he is Korean)

Manang Therese, your wish is my command. Dili na ko delinquinte. =) I finally found a topic to blog about. And I’m brushing my hair while I’m checking for typos here, feeling girly girl, feeling igat. It has been a long time since I felt this way. So pasencya sa akong indulgence everyone.

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