temptation waits

i got a haircut last saturday. i really liked it when i exited the salon (a usual reaction), but now i don't like it anymore. actually, that very evening, i started to despise it already. it was causing my shoulders to itch with its razored ends. and then i tied it and realized the perfect shape of my ponytail was ruined. it was absolutely perfect - that full curve at the top, the ends that flip it into a long S, just like a cheerleader. damn. now it's all feathery. oh, and by the next day, all the layers flipped their merry way. one side in, one side out. hey, i don't mind if they flipped out, as long as they're symmetrical. now i'm flipping out! damn it, i don't like my hair, but i don't know what else to do with it! why am i too chicken to color or curl it?!?! ack. taureans are creatures of habit.

after going to a very boring and empty broadguild christmas party, karl and i missed the last train and caught a bus to makati where we watched paramita. "fronted" by a girl who also plays drums in the back. great voice, considering the physical effort to play the drums. she can't work the crowd effectively, plus she's too obviously lesbian to be a come-on to the audience. there are three boring men to the side, one of whom is an obnoxiously skilled lead guitarist. but their songs are good. well, the lyrics could improve, as well as the live performance. but i enjoyed myself at makati with karl. the city is sexier when it's dead and dark and with a lover around. when yuppies are too irritatingly drunk to people-watch.

we hung out at UP yesterday - had lunch and ice cream, bought a copy of his story and read it. i missed all the masses. tsk tsk. guilty. i couldn't resist his invitation to watch 2046 in a cold, deserted sm north theatre in warm arms. especially with all his extra-handsomeness that day. tsk tsk. marshmallow test takers.

i want a perfectly tailored cheongsam, beautiful pumps and jewelry. and lots of marshmallows.