I was born with a very very wide forehead. And you know what? It was so wide, my parents thought I would be diagnosed with hydrocephalus. Of course, if I really had the disease, you might not be reading this post, eh?

But this is the worst part. My relatives reckoned that in the near future, I will end up like my ancestors who pretended to be monks as a form of protest against the Spaniards in Laguna.

I am not feared with such fact since most of my relatives’ foresights are either too scary to believe or too unscientific to think about. And I haven’t seen any of my grandparents who died, if not survived long with shiny heads. And so far, my hair is as strong as… uh… my mother’s.

However, in case I get the signs of gradual hair loss soon, that time I might have established myself profitable and can afford any hairloss treatment available. Bwahahahahaha! I love medical technology!