Hair disasters

I have had a few over my life time.. I once thought it would be fun to color my hair.. Instead of seeking out the help of a professional for my "first time"I purchased a boxed dye at a local store.. My hair came out the funkiest shade of orange and I hated it.. Not only was the color bad but I missed a few spots and it was quite noticable! I ended up having to pay a lot of money to have it redone at a salon to my as close to my natural color as possible.. Another time I began very frustrated of my long hair on a hot summer's day.. I decided at that moment I would cut it all off.. I went to a hair dresser and requested a very short bob cut... I think my biggest mistake was making the decision out of frustration and making such a drastic decision.. I hated the new hair cut and it took forever to grow back.. Have you made some bad mistakes and decisions with your hair?

Have you ever thank your mom and dad? Here's your chance

In the midst of all the goofiness of the past weeks, something came up. I remember my mom and dad. Or my "mama and papa" as i call them. It's not mother's or father's day. It's not even their birthday. But whatever the occasion is, it's never bad to tell my mom and dad how much I love them. But i guess, I am usually hindered by the awkward thoughts and feeling that I might feel with the idea of saying "I love you" to them personally. I know there are times that they are very much frustrated about me - all because I didn't listen to them. And in as much as I am an advocate of independent choices, such choices do not come from a vacuum. The wisdom of parents does not come from what they tell you point-black. I learned to read between the lines and understand that my parents' choices are always made out of love. Thank you Mama and Papa, I won't let you down.

My Foreign Land

When I was a kid I've seen many places in magazines or in my books and been dreaming and asking myself how far is it to travel. I have been dreaming of going to those places and thinking that the people who lives there are so nice and fruitful and I am dreaming of going to those places one day. Now here I am to a foreign land with a new life , new people , diffrent culture and traditions , diffrent environment and diffrent food. At first I am excited and at the same time I'm getting on my nerve it's because I've been thinking of what will happen to me here and that if i can survive with this crazy weather like! My first day here was so grrr..cos it's freezin and all i think of is my family that i left behind but yes they're here in my heart still and will always be. The next few days getting harder because I am always trying to be polite to anyone that I've met and chat with because I don't want to offend them in any means because we are diffrent! have diffrent cultures and beliefs and etc Then by the next day in the morning I am half awake and I called mom and ask what time is it but by then I've realised that I am not in my own country and I cried because I miss my nanay and my family. (unfinished business..hehe)