spring cleaning my 3 backup drives and found this. i like my hair this way. though i really, really love my hair color now, thanks to my hair stylist who successfully coerced me to dye my hair again.  good thing i’m scheduled to be out of the country for 3 months; no instant styling visits. i need to grow my hair long. i’m planning something really drastic but you just need to wait till you see it. well i guess about a year, if i can still manage to wait that long.

this was my hair my first year at my current company. i think we were having a meeting. notice our “whiteboard?” it’s glass over a white panel. chic and environmental friendly. hair is quite short with my signature left part. most of the time i like my hair. i only have 1 hair stylist that i visit and she has been doing my hair for the last 6 years. the very first stylist i have is andrew at franc provost along jupiter st, i was then living down south (read as alabang-south) and have to travel all the way to makati every month to have my hair done. that’s how attached i am to my stylist. when my current stylist left basement salon at shangrila and transferred to rockwell, i transferred salon too. like those whitening ad, only 1 stylist touches my hair.

rarely, twice so far, do i don’t like my hair. and when it happens…

i shave it all off. no questions asked. hair. gone. decisions doesn’t come difficult to me. if i don’t like it, i wouldn’t give it a second thought. some of my hair evolution.

listening to:
Quiet Songs – Aisha Duo : Despertar

if this stops you from loving, then you don’t love him enough.

let’s all pause and think. ironic to think that abundance of choices sometimes limit us. sometimes having less makes it easier for us. life is never about abundance, it’s about having enough. but here we are in this rat race, were success is measured by excesses.

life is simple, we just need to live. and how we live our lives is entirely up to us. as for me, i need to stop over analyzing. i need to be present and live my life instead of thinking about it. aside from being simple, life is also short. so live.

listening to: 
Waiting For My Rocket To Come – Jason Mraz : No Stopping Us

If I were a flower growing wild and free
All I’d want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I were a tree growing tall and green
All I’d want is you to shade me and be my leaves

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I’d be the snow
As long as you were with me, let the cold wind blow

If you were a wink, I’d be a nod
If you were a seed, I’d be a pod.
If you were the floor, I’d wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I’d be a hug

If you were the wood, I’d be the fire.
If you were the love, I’d be the desire.
If you were a castle, I’d be your moat,
if you were an ocean, i‘d learn to float [download here]