One of my friends recently asked me about this shot. ("This has the makings of a blog!," thought I) After the
not-so-famous-melon-modelling experience, I never really thought I would do anymore modelling (melons or not) -- let alone become a lawyer.
This is where my story begins ...
When I was a child, I always thought I would become a lawyer. My parents started encouraging me toward law from a fairly young age, since they thought I would make a good lawyer. This was undoubtedly due to the fact that I was quite good at arguing with them. I, on the other hand, thought I would make a whole lot of money if I became a lawyer, so the idea appealed to me as well.
I dutifully set out to study hard and become a lawyer. I passed the LSAT (Law School Admissions Test) and was even offered a full scholarship to go to Law School. It was about this time that I started having second thoughts about going to Law School.
Instead, I went to Japan and taught English for two years in Akita (home of the Akita inu breed of dog and the afore-mentioned melons). After two years of teaching in Japan, I came to a momentous conclusion. First, I enjoyed working with people (although I knew I didn't want to teach for the rest of my life). Second, I never met a lawyer (or law student, for that matter) who seemed truly happy. I put 2 + 2 together and decided to forego law school and follow a career path that involved working with people and not suing them.
Fast forward to the summer of 2005 when I was preparing to leave Nashville (where I was now working in the ministry) to move back to Manila. I was at the same time getting my hair cut at Trim (a trendy salon & barbershop in Nashville) and running very late for lunch with a friend at my fav vietnamese restaurant (Kien Giang -- only authentic asian food in Nashville).
As I was rushing out of the salon, a photographer asked if she could take my photo. I said no, I was late to meet a friend. She said she really wanted to take a picture of my haircut for a magazine I'd never heard of and insisted that it would only take a minute. I figured it must be some local Nashville mag so I finally consented and she took 3 photos and asked for my name and occupation. I told her I was an administrator.
A couple months later, I got a call from my parents who told me my sister-in-law in Canada had bought a magazine and found me in it! (Apparently this magazine has international circulation -- it's called "First Magazine - For Women on the Go.") Not only was I in First Magazine, but it said I was an "Attorney." How they got "attorney" out of "administrator" I have no idea, although I suspect they thought a photo of an attorney's haircut was more trendy than a photo of an administrator's haircut. (I'm equally at a loss as to why my haircut is called "The Avenger" -- apparently naming your haircut after a superhero also makes it more trendy).
So that was my brief and amazing career as an attorney.
I wonder what my haircut would be called... The Thing? 
