i cut my hair last saturday. i like how i look now but i still feel terribly maladjusted to not ponytail-ing it all the time and having to comb it more than a dozen times a half-day. see, i used to survive not combing my hair for weeks and nobody even notices--pati ako!

well, a lot of people say i look prettier and younger now. [yiheee]

in fact, i do feel prettier now.

maybe it's everything around me. everything's just so overwhelming and glorifying.

even if i get sad/mad/angry/disgusted/disappointed at times, i am happy.

i like my new hair even if it's not stereotypically perfect.

it took me years to realize and accept: a head with a shitake-mushroom-shaped shadow under the sun/moon/any form of light doesn't look that bad at all.

i am thankful that someone thinks i am beautiful.