of nothing at all plus some...

Of nothing at all plus some...

My hair is growing too long for my own good, that today I decided that tomorrow I'll say bye-bye to my elongated hair and welcome with all zest that I could muster to myself the short hair that I've grown accustomed to. Well, this is the longest time that I haven't cut my hair, ya know. And my hair(s) ha(s/have) grown surprisingly long enough to make my mother say, ''Oi, paputla na ng imong buhok , mura na kag aswang anang imong itsura''. Well, personally, I have no qualms at all with me having a long hair (not very long naman, like the hair that shampoo models usually have, just longer than my normal hair length). But for my mother's and hygiene's sake, I should get rid of these long hair look.

What I'm quiet weirded about is that my hair seems to grow straighter and more normal than months before. I'm quite famous for having a very (if not the most) unsightly-looking hair ever (quite exagerrated but almost true in my opinion). You know, having a look back at my pictures for the past four years that I've lived, I can definitely say that my hair was the crowning ''dishonor'' of my body. But now, I think my hair is becoming more of a glory than a dishonor. I don't know what I did. At first I thought Vaseline did the trick, but then I've used Vaseline as my shampoo pretty much since it was first distributed in the Philippines, so I immediately discarded that cause. Whatever the cause might be, I'm glad that my hair is in this current state of normality, though I am positive about this state not being permanent. Maybe when I go to college (which I anticipate with horror), it will be back to its disgusting self, growing like a bird's nest with all the baby birds' poop on it.

Sigh... am I that bored to write something as insignificant and unworthy-of-writing material as my hair? Wow, I'm amazed of how the minds works when it's rusted with boredom and idleness. If I go on living like this for a year, I think... heck, I don't wanna think about it.
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I definitely want to watch MI3 tomorrow, because I think if I won't, I will die on the spot here in this very house that I live. I'm tired of watching pirated DVDs of uber-boring but very substantial movies (Good Night and Good Luck, The Squid and the Whale, A History of Violence etc...) plus I really want to stare at a bigger screen this time.

I hope MI3 is not a poor and lousy ripshitty movie made just for the producers to make undeserved money. Critics say that it isn't, so I therefore slightly conclude that it will not be, but just slightly! You never know, maybe those money-hungry producers paid those critics to write good lies (hai... andito na naman ang pesimistang sarili ko).

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I just wishfully think that tomorrow would be Wednesday already so that I can see the goddess of all singers (having a mortal name of Katharine Mcphee) do her thing, but then I can't watch MI3 and do my haircutting anymore. Well, goddesses always come first before any movie or activity when it comes to improbable wants right? Hehe...

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By the way, read Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera, it's one of those rare books that offers both breathtaking proses and a magnificent tearjerker story... unlike that crap called Deception Point (worst book ever!).

Until the next time I have the willpower to write incomprehensible words, arrivederci i miei amici e nemici!