MY UNNECESSARY EVIL.




The art of plaiting my hair is something I consider an unnecessary evil, it's just so impossible for me to sit through the process without bursting into a puddle of tears, weeping at best. 

Moreover in the words of my coach, "Beauty is in essence", therefore I won't kill myself all because of making hair. Well, my bubugaga (elder sister) came back from school just last week and the idea that I was going to cut my hair didn't sit well with her. 

Madam talked and talked, trying to persuade me to make the hair but I was just adamant, given the pain of my previous attempts. Seeing that I won't yield to her words she threatened that I shouldn't ask her for anything again and was dead serious about it. 

This is someone that literally funds my lifestyle regardless of if I was working or not, I can't recall ever asking her for anything that she won't make effort to provide, so definitely, I can't afford to be in her bad book(It's too much risk). 

Left with the option of either losing my bubugaga's extra care/provision or go through the agonizing pain of making my hair, i had to choose one. Long story short, I sat through the hair pain with enough Bobo(Vju milk) bribes and for the first time ever I didn't cry. 

Dearest reader, it still baffles me how I was able to survive today, it was just God I guess. Sheer luck in fact, there certain things that even logic can't explain. 

Merry Sunday!


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