When I was 11, my hair kinda died on me. If it wasn’t stuck on my scalp, I would’ve buried it beside my the grave of my 3rd grade diary (ain’t shitting with yah!) but you see, I had to live with it.

It had been puffy and brittle and dried ever since and quite honestly, it’s one of my biggest frustrations in life. I mean, who wants to have walis tambo for hair? Over the years, I’ve come to realize that no matter how fug you may be, hell, even if you have an eye above your bellybutton, if you have great hair, guys wouldn’t mind getting into your pants.

Also, just so you know, none of those hair products you see on TV work. NONE. At least, for me. So in my quest to have better hair, I’ve concentrated on the style, not so much the quality anymore because each strand of this goddam mane looks like it came from the pubis area.

When I was in 1st year high school, much to the lol shock of everyone, I cut my hair ala-Natalie Imbruglia. For a non-butch to have hair that short, it was indeed a statement. It backfired though because people thought the statement was “I CARE NOT ABOUT HOW I LOOK. GO AWAY.”.

After it grew out, I decided to be boring and safe so I pretty much just kept it long and straight (by straight, I don’t mean healthy) or layered. And then in 3rd year college, I got myself a fringe. It totally changed the way I looked, especially when I had my hair relaxed. It looked like a tupee. Oriental, yes but tupee-ish nonetheless.

So after graduation, I thought I should get a new ‘do and that’s when I had my hair permed. BIG EFFING MISTAKE. The curls were kinda cute for like 2 weeks but after a while, why, hello thaaar, mop-head!!! To salvage my crowning glory, I had everything cut off and channeled the butch in me.

Last year, for the first time, I had it dyed red. Well, ’twas red until it faded into a shade of jologs brown after a few months. Ew, I know. And on November, I had it styled the Harajuku way and got an “Asian mullet”, which turned out hot and funky with 3 colors and all but was one helluvanexpensive!!!

And then earlier this month, I, along with Coy, Joe, Poyt and AJ was treated to a day of pampering and hair-loving, much thanks to Regine’s Salon.

I think my hair shape’s oval but I dunno, even if they gave me mohawk, I wouldn’t have minded. Fortunately, the manager and colorist, Korina, who’s like the seetest girl in the world made sure my ‘do would be much calmer than my previous crazy style. I had hair treatment for the first time (and by treatment, I mean something that would revitalize my locks instead of making it double dead) so now, I can actually afford to leave my hair down and not have random people mistaken it for steel wool used for cleaning pots and pans. Yes, that’s what gloss and root coloring can do.

No, really… Very Korean, this hair. I mean, I believe I can stand amongst these girls and you won’t even realize I’m not one of them. Except of course if I didn’t blow it dry. Ahluveeeeeet!

SOLO (excuse the fact that I tried to look fierce and ended up looking retarded)
with Coy Caballes (CB & SP)

Next summer, I plan to go blonde. And cut it really short like Hilary Swank’s transgendered character in Boys Don’t Cry. Yes, I’m prepared to be dateless for a while.

Regine’s Salon
2nd Floor Site “A” Building
Makati Ave. cor North Drive
856.17.23 or 856.17.24
0916-744.32.99 or 0922-852.05.29

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