Tangles I Love

I miss my dry hair..

I miss it despite the fact that it looks so dry, feels so dry but still smells great. I miss the times I go to work with my hair still wet, my locks so disoriented that I'd give up on them after 3-4 hours and just tie them carelessly with whatever I see (paper clips, rubber bands, chopsticks, and yes..a pen). It may seem unnoticed, but I knew exactly that if my hair had a voice, it wouldn't really make me sleep or perhaps, it would definitely force me to shave it entirely just to shut it up.

I miss my dry hair...

I miss the fact it reminded me of how laid-back I was..of how I was seemingly nonchalant but so active in reality. I miss archery moments, when scars caused by the string hitting my arm guard, would mean both strength and tears. I miss taekwondo classes that made me so notorious because I usually forget my stance but had the perfect kick. I miss modern jazz class when our dance instructor would motion me to lower my shoulders as I look like an ugly duckling rather than a swan. I miss churches on Sundays that made me chat with a lot of people my age and talk secretly with the closest ones about the night before it. I miss volleyball back in highschool. I miss running around the oval of an international school, catching my breath and barely making it to the finish line just to feel frustrated that I ended up 2nd place for being impatient.

I miss my dry hair...

I miss the waves that reminded me how stupid I look with such short hair, only after a day in the salon. I miss pink hair clips that made me look uncertain with a tee and a pair of cargo pants. I miss my rubber shoes that made me sprint and made boys jealous of the new pairs I have. I miss moments not having to care about how I look coz being one of the boys was a great deal already. I miss wearing skirts and dresses only to carry the snare of our drums, or the clappers or even the BASE!!! I miss the old guitar at home that gave me callus whenever I try a "fret." That big guitar was such an old school when my Tito Ed used to teach me how to strum my way to the beat of "American Pie," "As Long as it Matters," and a whole bunch of the Eagles memoir. Then my cousin would teach me E-heads and Rivermaya, plus Francis M's kaleidoscope world. My hair would drop dead against the strings as I try to examine my hands and move around the guitar tab. Instantly, I would sweep the hair so I can glance at my songbook.

I miss my dry hair...

That was a few times straight and manageable (meaning, the treatments were still working). I miss drying it in front of a fan or just drying it from within the jeepney's. I miss out of town moments when it spelled "beach" or mountains with trails of fog walking past a windy day. My hair would look so damp that the next day would be a disaster.

I miss my dry hair..

When it makes me wear a cap to head on to the grocery store. I miss the chat sessions with a friend or my mom as we scan through the items, the former with calculators, the latter with just a list. I miss tying a knot out of it or simply using a clamp to gather them fast, signifying, the inner vixen of a cook has awaken inside me. I miss the aprons that my mom would tell me to wear just to remind me she's washing my clothes so I have to be careful in the kitchen. Knives were not the real enemies, stains were. Rarely, the hair net would come in handy.

I miss my dry hair...

I miss the times being a homebuddy was such a lousy idea, but a fortunate experience. I miss days and months of internet at home, not wanting to buy food from the store just a few steps away as it may mean 2 things: I have to shower first to smell good beside a boy trying to buy bubble gum while handing over his dime. or I have to wash my face at least and comb my hair a little just to look fresh.

I miss my dry hair...

It wasn't that healthy but a little cooperative I should say...mousse would make it perfect for a date or an urgent up-do mood. I miss the time, it would stay sweet-smelling, just right for those moments I liked to kiss the man I used to love as he lie sleeping, unaware that I've already arrived. I miss movie watching with the guy I can lean my head on, so he could smell my hair, kiss my head and hold my hand, all at the same time. I miss eating dinner or having lunch outside a restaurant, where people pass and look at my direction, having to notice that I'm wiping a guy's lips coz the rice just couldn't make it through his mouth. I would often smile and glance at his eyes only to touch his face once again with my hands, hoping he gets the message that I like him a lot. I like hugs in the evening as my hair would usually cover the sadness in my face, bidding farewell and wishing that night would never end.

I miss my dry hair.