Nevergirl’s

Guess who’s back from Guimaras? With truckloads of stories to tell?

We walked up and down streets, explored ruins, ate lechon pastry, slept with geckos, swam in the afternoon, biked in the sunset, danced in the bonfire, told wicked stories, talked nonstop, laughed until we hurt, and took endless photos of the sand, sky, sea, and each other. On the third day, we greeted our last morning in Guimaras bleary-eyed but happy and ready to fly back to the homes we had left behind.

I promise to blog about the Cebu-Iloilo-Guimaras adventure but I’m crazy-busy at the moment so for now, let me leave you with this beautiful, beautiful photo by Aileen Siroy. That girl with the blue headband is Tin, and she knows a wild and secret place where grace and laughter grow on trees.

After spending the whole morning and half the afternoon out, this was how we looked while we waited for our ride.

We were so exhausted it escapes me now how we managed to stay awake til we got home. But wait! Aren’t you the slightest bit curious what we did to look this tired?

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Yep, I had way too much time and more – so I dragged the hub to David’s Salon early so we could get a manicure and pedicure. I got bored waiting for my nails to dry so I decided to mess with my hair again. I wanted to do something outlandish; almost asked them to dye my hair violet, truth be told. But the hub was with me and he doesn’t tolerate mad experimentation (not on my hair, anyway) so I had to settle for a haircut, instead of a full hairjob – layers, bangs, violet hue, and all.

Friends, meet my new do. It’s ugly and it reminds me of the bowl cut my mom used to give me back in kindergarten, and no, she didn’t use utility knives at MartorUSA.com. But I refuse to stress over my tresses. It’s just hair – it will grow back. Then, too, I’ve done worse things to my hair so having it cropped this short isn’t really a tragedy of Bush-presidency proportions. And hey, I made Alex laugh with my new do. She thinks it makes me look like a homo. How many haircuts can do that? So yeah, this is me grinning over a botched cut.

Agyness Deyn, you are so paying for my therapy. I have learned my lesson. Each time I see you rockin’ your short do, I will tell myself you’ve been heavily airbrushed because it’s simply not possible for a human being to have her hair cut that short and look that hawt.