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After a long and tiring day of uploading pictures and updating different entries, I had to go take a bath to refresh myself. As I was putting some shampoo on the palm of my hand, I didn’t notice the amount was already too much. Sometimes I forget I’m bald for the summer.

This is the second time I went skinhead, the first time was during summer break of junior high wherein I didn’t have the courage nor the possibility of seeing my classmates.

I got mixed reactions from people when I went to work with my new haircut (should I say no-haircut?). Some said it suits me, some said it doesn’t. Some said it’s just normal, but it definitely went to a point wherein somebody asked “Ed… why?”

I didn’t know how to react then, but I know I blurted something like “It’s summer anyway.” which had always been my excuse. I didn’t/don’t know what to say anymore, I didn’t want to say I want change; but at some point, maybe I do. People are just not used to seeing me this way, heck I’m not used to seeing myself this way either.

When I was a kid, friends would say I had a mole on my head; of course I wouldn’t be able determine it since I couldn’t see it (duh). But now that I finally shaved my head, I was able to take a snapshot from the top. I thought it’s just a small dot, I never knew it would be that big. They also said that once you have one in, it defines that you are a person of intelligent nature. But I don’t believe that anymore, as I wonder whatever happened to my supposed wit. My brain has reduced to becoming an information-repelling, useless data absorber that is already hard enough to grasp a simple concept of design. Whatever happened to me? Did I hit myself too hard to reality? Sheesh. I just hope I can start gaining a sharp mind again, I need to go back studying.

I shaved my head. I don’t know what came over me but I just did. It’s about time since it’s inline with the summer. To think that I got my hair cut in Surigao, which is in another island. The last time I went skinhead was during summer of my Junior year in high school. When was that, 2002? 6 years ago?

Anyway, now i look a shaolin with a helmet, what gives? I shouldn’t even care anymore. I’m typing this in Siargao while on my vacation leave. Tomorrow, I’ll have somebody teach me how to surf. I hope I won’t disappoint.