Going through albums to look for a nice foto of my mom’s (for transferring to canvas for her birthday in April), I come across old fotos of me when I was still active in college theater. 

As Scarlet in "Takipsilim."

As Myla in "Kabilang sa mga Nawawala."

Good God, I have such an abundance of head hair, don’t I? While most babies come out into the world bald and bare assed, I came out with arms already swinging at imaginary adversaries and a head full of hair that would put Trump’s combover to shame.

Hairdressers (and their assistants) would often complain that I have hair good for two people. This is made worse by the fact that I have natural curls–for instance, I would come out of the salon with impeccably blow-dried, straight hair one minute and the next day humidity will do its thing and poof! Hello Big Hair! My mom said that I was ipinaglihi sa balut, a claim suspicious at best because I’m not really balbon, even, er, down “there,” but how else to explain all this head hair nonsense? Sigh, well better than kalbo, right? At least, if I have hair plenty enough for two people, I have something of a spare.