• I was heckled by a guard when I entered the premises of my school. "you cant come in" said the guard. "your hair is too long.." I cannot argue with him. my hair was really LOONG. and my school has this policy that students sporting long hair should not be allowed to go inside the school. with slumped shoulders, i returned home. crying crying

    right now, while having a haircut in an air condition-less, cheap barber shop, I slip into a nice, though bad dream. it goes like this:
    There an epidemic swallowing in the whole world right at this moment. the origin of the contagious virus is unknown. once a person with this virus, he will go bald. the virus infects everyone so fast. and in no time, all people will be bald. the department of health (DOH) is now working double time to find out what really caused the virus to spread and who or what is the carrier. the DOH cannot find any possible vaccine for the virus. In fact, even the DOH officials and employees cannot save themselves. they are now all bald.. eek eek

    A little later, on the National Online Air TV, the bald DOH secretary goes on air and tries to calm the public down by saying that his agency is already finding a way to cure this Shocking Virus. then, right after his speech he wails (maybe because of his baldness many people witnessed it) without any delay, the president of the bald republic of the United States, declares a state of calamity. millions of funds are hauled out from the governments coffers in order to help the barber shops beauty salons.

    the basis for the declaration is that many salons and barber shop employees are complaining that they have been fired from their jobs without pay. meanwhile the owner defended themselves saying that they cannot pay their employees due to lack of money. they lost all their costumers and have no income since the virus struck. they reason further that it is the virus that should be blamed for the loss of many jobs. while in my neighborhood, everybody is crying. a sassy teen-aged girl, who used to sport a blond re bonded hair, is now on a tantrum. i can hear her shouting that she will never be beautiful again for she is now bald. really, i have no idea if it is the hairstyle of a person that can make him or her cool/beautiful.

    i look at my self in the mirror. Im also bald. when i smiled, i feel like I'm a smiley icon with complete human anatomy. It is Sunday today. so i dress myself ti the nines because I'll be going to church to hear mass. when i got there, i heard murmurs of personal prayers echoing inside the church. i can hear a man praying: "Lord,please give my hair back. I'm sorry for my transgressions. Please, Lord, I beg you, let my hair grow!!!" As for me, i close my eyes and thank the maker with a holy grin:

    "LORD, thank you very much for making me bald. hopefully, this epidemic will never END so I would not have to put up with the school gaurd and their silly policy. I also would not have to go to the barber shop when my hair grows long. i can save a lot of money, finally.
    heart AMEN. heart