the devil doesn't have to wear prada

Party, party, party!!! GMCI Christmas 2007...Looking forward to a brighter 2008!

Christmas was great. Aside from having two or more days off from work, it is a season when all everyone thinks about is to share and care, not only about themselves, but most importantly, others. It is the time when every one seems to be sooo…kind (hmmnn…I just hope that it’s gonna be this way for the rest of the year). I was able to keep in touch with my family and friends, and having ample time to do so is a blessing to me.

Getting away from the afternoon boredom, I watched “The Devil Wears Prada” for the Nth repeats, at the same time crimping my hair. It annoyed me more to see the models’ and Anne Hathaway’s hair rebonded! I should have had my hair fixed a month ago, but no hair stylist would dare touch it, even if I sign a waiver. Gosh, you should have seen how I begged and get mad at all the beauty salons I came into. Beauty salons are supposed to be like a hospital – they should have emergency measures for dying beauty…like my frizzy hair. I cannot stand another bad hair day. But what can I do? It’s my fault anyway. I was the one who shampoo colored my hair three months ago, which is a mortal sin for a hair that is regularly being chemically treated. I had to wait for another two months before I could get it fixed. Yes, can you believe it? TWO months in agony. I had to get by each day, taking some of my sleeping time fixing my mane with a hair iron, and never leaving without my leave on conditioner.

Moral lesson? Beauty has a price. Not necessarily monetary. Not everything about looking good is being stupid. They say that life is fair because those who are pretty are born to be stupid. This is how the dumb blondes came to be. Yes, there may be a great number that counts on this proportion, but the effort to look good is just as tedious as doing good. To think that not all ugly people are kind, either.

Therefore, the search for BEAUTY is endless. It wraps you whole. It is not defined by one’s façade alone, but the totality of one’s character. It goes along with the person who is imperfect – a person, who makes mistakes, cries over it, regrets, picks up the pieces, smiles, forgives, shares and loves every time s/he can. There is no bitterness in a beautiful person. Instead, there is so much hope for the future and an anchorage on reality.

Soon, it is gonna be a new year, and a lot of beautiful things await me. Looking back on the year gone by, I have lived a pretty gorgeous life. I am surrounded and loved by the most beautiful people that I know of.