Part of my job as an engineer is revising forms used by Production, which I have been doing quite a bit of these past few days. All forms are in Excel format and each one must be printed and photocopied to be used on the production line. It may all sound real simple–and I suppose it is at first glance–but it really isn’t. Well, not for an O-C like me.
My über-long hair was already down to my butt (see pic here) when I had it cut last November ’09. Chopped off or lopped off, more like. Half was taken away, leaving me with tresses just a little past my shoulder blades. I was in shock, I tell you. In fact I still shudder at that awful memory–the snipping of the scissor blades as chunks of my long and much-beloved hair fell to the salon floor. Oh, the agony.
Though the reason for that drastic change was mostly emotional (letting go and all that), it was also partly due to practicality. As much as I love being Rapunzel, it ain’t easy keeping all that hair all shiny and healthy. The ends were already a bit dry and frizzy and basta-na-tao that I am, I was too apathetic to remedy the condition of my tresses. I was contented with just shampoo and the occasional conditioner (which did nothing for my hair anyway).
Since it’s taking forever to resize the myriad photos I took yesterday at La Virginia, I will be posting only a few teaser shots for now. =D
I miss the old me.
This would sound contradictory to my previous post, but truth is I actually don’t mind wearing a bikini (well, a bikini top and shorts anyway) so much. It’s just the *audience* and environment that really bothers me.
I was chosen–well, forced against my will, more like–to join the summer pageant for our company outing.
Why do I say that? Because that really is the case. Think about it.
Rockstar mom. Hopeless bookworm. Pizza fiend. Chocolate addict. Nocturnal forever. Caffeine powered. Leftie artist wannabe.