A boy in the past

So this was me when I was still 11 years old. At that time, I had no control over the length of my hair because my mother was the one who paid the barber. I could still remember how I always cry in the salon every time my hair was being cut short..like boy-cut short. 

Anyway, I found this picture while my mother and I were cleaning up. I laughed upon seeing this because there was this one accident that made me vow never to have my hair cut this way again. You see, my mother and I loved going to Colon (an old place in Cebu, Philippines). So one Saturday afternoon, as we were in the jeepney going home, a certain passenger passed to me his fare while saying in vernacular, "Palihug ko dunol sa plite dong!" (Please hand my fare, boy!) I really cried when we got home. What made me more frustrated was the fact that I was wearing a dress when that incident happened, and yet that passenger still saw me as a boy. A BOY! 

From then on, I would never allow my mother to let my hair be this short again. It can be shoulder-length but not boy cut anymore. Hehehe.

I also showed this picture to my very close friend who was dumbfounded when she saw this. Then after staring at the picture for about 5 minutes, she asked me, "Ikaw ni Madam?" (Is this you, Madam?). Then we both laughed so hard. Hahahaha! She then asked me a follow-up question if I was a boy before and all I could say, "Whaaaat?? You really think I was a boy before?" Hahahahaha! But I have to admit, I really DID look like a boy with that type of haircut. Then she teased me about having a sex change! Crazy amiga! hahahahaha!!

But really, despite having an embarrassing and quite traumatic experience with this hair cut, I can admit that during this time, I bonded well with my Papa. I was like his son and we were having a "father and son" bonding. And it was fun really. At least my Papa knows, even for a short while, what it felt to have a son. For the information of everybody, I don't have a brother. Only two elder sisters. Hehehe. So I'm sure that my Papa felt the same fun I felt. Right now kasi, since I'm dalaga already and working na, we don't get to bond anymore. Sad really.

So there, two pictures proving that I was a boy in the past. A good looking-naughty-cute-adorable-lovable boy. Hahahaha!!