the power of hair conditioners and hair wax
October 4, 2005i kept my promise. i went to the salon yesterday and felt like a superstar. fireworks.
my first trip (after 5 months) to the salon 15 days ago was pure bliss. it was the day after when i woke up and stared at my self in front of the mirror (sans blower) and screamed.
so i decided to go back to the salon by the end of the month for a hair spa. i did. i wanted more.
the attendants in the salon i used to go to were shocked when i entered their haven. its like they were seeing a ghost. the fact that my hair has been through world war three for the past months didn’t help either. but they survived an almost-nervous-breakdown phase and ushered me to my favorite spot. amazing what a bad hair day can do. it turns you to an instant celebrity. try going inside any salon in any part of the world looking like you have no idea that hairbrushes have already been invented and il bet 1 month’s worth of my salary that the attendants would be rushing to you with their scissors and hairbrushes and blowers as if they’re ER nurses and doctors and that you’re a dying car accident victim. good grief.
anyway, i relished for almost three hours of being pampered. i mean, ive been awake for approximately 12 hours but i never had the urge to bitch out at anyone or anything. amazing. so it goes, theyre throwing shampoo, conditiner, hair wax and all that gooey but smells-so-good stuff on my hair and im grinning and just taking in all the r&r moment i could afford after 5 months. the moment they started the hair massage almost made me cry…with relief. okay, shoot me now if im being such a drama queen but cut the crap, I DESERVED IT!
so…cheers to hair spa day!
writer’s rut (errr block…)
October 2, 2005im not in the mood to write an essay today. im just too lazy. sleepy. slacking.
so i decided to just go over these random details about me.
read on. any violent reactions, just tag me. ^_____^
3 names you go by:
1. april
2. sarah
3. bebe
3 screen names you have had:
1. ashette18
2. summer_kezia
3. happysarah
3 physical things you like about yourself:
1. hair (its so abundant! ehehe)
2. skin color (i don’t need to bake myself to get a tan!)
3. eyes
3 physical things you don’t like about yourself:
1. high forehead?
2. 36-inch hips (its takes me ages to find the perfect jeans! all of them doesn’t seem to fit! aaaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhhh!!!!!)
3. random breakouts on my face! (too much chocolates….*sigh)
3 parts of your heritage:
1. filipino
2. spanish (a inkling)
3. martian blood (im always eccentric)
3 things that scare you:
1.dying young
2. death of a love one
3. natural disasters
3 of your everyday essentials:
1. water
2. body shop lip balm
3. dark shades
3 of your favorite musical artists:
crap. i can hear them yelling at the back now saying “write my name! write my name!” oh dear. here they go. these are my top 3, ok?
1. M.Y.M.P (i loooveee this group. waiting in vain…tralalalala)
2. gwen stefani (this gurl rocks!)
3. the beatles (nobody beats the oldies)
3 of your favorite songs:
wtf??!!! again, i hear more yelling at the back! here’s my top 3.
1. waiting in vain
2. knocks me off my feet
3. what a feeling! (yeah baby, its an 80’s song! flashdance go!)
3 things you want in a relationship:
1. love. everything starts with love.
2. respect. everyone’s entitled to one.
3. trust. period.
3 lies and truths in no particular order:
LIES:
1. what men can do, women can’t. oh cm’on, cut the crap. can daddy bear his own child? its the other way around, baby.
2. brad pitt is sooo hot. im sorry guys but i think angelina jolie’s hotter.
3. ….blank…
TRUTHS:
1. chocolates makes you happy.
2. you can’t please everbody.
3. crying can make you feel better after a big fight. cussing goes second.
3 physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you:
1. smile
2. eyes
3. mouth
3 of your favorite hobbies:
1. reading to my heart’s content.
2. writing
3. surfing the internet for the coolest and craziest sites.
3 things you want to do really badly now:
1. sleep
2. eat
3. fool around with bf
3 carreers you’ve considered/is considering:
1. was a writer
2. aspiring graphic artist
3. dreaming to be an investigative journalist
3 places you want to go on vacation:
1. spain
2. japan
3. switzerland
3 kid’s names you like:
1. andrew
2. isabelle
3. eomer
3 things you want to do before you die:
1. travel to spain, japan and switzerland
2. bear 2 annoyingly cute children.
3. get a different day job.
3 things that you are stereotypically a boy:
1. well…i can cuss and throw profanity in your face especially if im really not in the mood.
2. i can start a fight.
3. i can sleep in the ground.
3 things that you are stereotypically a girl:
1. i drool over christian bale.
2. i can’t live without lip balms and moisturizers.
3. i watch teen flicks.
3 people that i would like to take this quiz:
1. ciao
2. fortz
3. maan
of bitching, mallows and being pregnant
October 1, 2005i decided im not gonna be bitchy today. promise.
i won’t bitch at slow fastfood attendants.
i won’t bitch at rude taxi drivers.
i won’t bitch on how hot it is.
i won’t bitch at the fact that i have to come to work tomorrow even if its my off.
i won’t bitch on the fact that we’ve been having rest day overtimes for 2 months already!
okay. relax. breathe in. breathe out.
i promised myself not to write about work today. i want to write about how people here at the office look at me, realize how ive grown, and then exclaim….”wow are you buntis?”
sigh.
first of all, im not married. not yet anyway. second, it was beacuse i was swiping plates and plates of rice meals. ive been golfing down brownies, choco mallows, cinnamon popcorn and french fries. and topping that, ive had no contact with any exercise machine nor equipment for the past 6 months. ive been lazy. lazy and gluttonous. you get the picture.
i can’t help it. i just love to eat. and im embracing it again. i remember starving myself to death on countless diets and going through exhausting exercise routines just to keep me fit and still be a part of our pep squad. i wasn’t anorexic then. i was just plain crazy.
that was decades ago. i woke up one day and started craving for a triple chocolate cupcake topped with cream and nuts for breakfast. yum.
after that day, eating became a favorite pasttime (second to sleeping of course!). id eat anything and everything. it was chaotic. and scary. my boyfriend’s scared for me.
so to cut the long story short, i ballooned and look at me now, people see me and then say im buntis. oh god.
but im happy. i mean, i don’t feel bad even if they say i look like a fat pregnant lady. as a matter of fact, i feel good. and im beginning to think i am (psychological effect!). ive always wanted to have a baby boy. been ravaging for one since last year. but current situation won’t allow me. and i wanna walk the aisle before i bulge. so like im 50/50. 50% i want to bear one and 50% practicality kicks in. oh dear.
anyway, im on my 6th choco mallow and its already 11:04am. time to log out from work and go home. my shift’s at 3 am early tomorrow. darn. just thinking about it makes me want to gulp down a strawberry sundae.
ill drop by jollibee before going home. heaven.
nokia cellphones are everywhere now
September 29, 2005ive been working for almost 5 months. doing the same routine for 9 hours day. bored. headaches. nightmares.
i work in a call center that offers technical support to americans who are halfway around the world. they scream at us and call us brown monkeys. they call our beloved philippines a third world country. they even threaten to have somebody erase our existence. all of this because they cannot get online. now why do they have to call us for help if they’re so damn good?! i wonder.
one of my mentors here once told me about a customer she had. she said that the customer asked right away where is she located. when my mentor said she is located in the philipines, the customer went crazy. really. she went ahead to recite a monologue on why in a world they, who live in THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, have to call somebody from a THIRD WORLD COUNTRY just to get connected to their dsl. and how in the world somebody from a third world country has such job when she, who has finished her MBA, doesn’t even have a freakin’ job? and then she goes on and on and on until she finally realized how pathetic she sounded and asked for an american supervisor. again, how pathetic.
i admit, i was a full time activist before i came in to work here. having calls with the same measure, customers going berserk when you tell then you are located in a third world country and then asks for an american supervisor, makes me want to quit sometimes. i shouted in the streets, waved banners, screamed at policemen trying to stop me…you name it. i experienced immersing with farmers who have land-grabbing problems, labor workers who are fighting for wage increase, and with other activist groups who practically lived in the streets and be utterly alive and hyper everytime the government does something nasty. anyway, how is this intertwined with the above first paragraph? i dunno…i just feel i had to explain myself. i don’t hate americans just because i’m an activist and that im supposed to hate anybody else who belittles my beloved philippines. no. its just profound. because i thought, as they say, they are supposed to be more intelligent than us…but if that’s true, why is it hard for some of them to understand that it is no longer stone age here in the philippines and that we can already keep up with the progress happening around the world…technically, that is. i mean, even farmers have cellphones now. isn’t that amazing?
come to think of it, even fishermen here have nokia phones now.
okay…30 minutes more to go before i go home.
maybe tomorrow i’ll have time to write about my american customers who went really excited about visiting philippines.
now that’s a fresh change.
the day i bumped my head
September 28, 2005finally, after five boring and senseless months…finally i had my haircut. its the first step to putting some semblance in my somewhat monotonous life as a phone lady who gets people to cnn.com or msn.com or yahoo.com after they scream at you and curse you because they’re paying blah blah dollars just to check out when is paris hilton getting hitched. oh well, i guess i exaggerated a bit. but life’s boring without putting in extras. like extra rice, extra chili sauce, extra soup…whatever. anyway, this is the second step. this blog, that is. i think this is the third or fourth i created for the past months in different blogsites. but this, yes this, will be the blog of all blogs (yeah, baby!).
why so? i dare you to read on.
back in school, i was a student writer. and i looovvveeddd every minute of being recognized as one. most of all, i reeelliissshhedddd the feel of having to holler out what i feel, think and opine on almost everything and anything and watcha-think-thing under the freakin’ sun. im creative. i believe so. i wouldn’t have survived writing for a university paper for five years if im not one. cm’on, you write about student angst, political issues, scholastic scandals and da who’s inside the campus while squeezing in your thesis on the side takes a lot of guts (and superpowers!). but that’s me. it helps being eccentric and ecletic. it pays to able to scream out loud. im glad im crazy.
for five months (after school), i worked my eyes out. i sit 9-10 hours a day for 6 days a week in front of a PC monitor and blah blah on the phone. i was detained inside a corporate prison. it made me numb. froze my brain. almost killed my creativity. almost silenced me.
until i had my haircut…
until that day…
i bumped my head…
and i decided that by the end of the month, i will go to the salon again and have another hair spa…
i can’t wait…
and i decided i want to write again.
yes, im in the process of rejuvenating my comatose writing powers embedded inside me. somehow, with every word i type now, i feel alive again. a certain yearning to go on continue to spurt out from my fingertips.thank god, i haven’t forgotten how to string together metaphors. im ready.
summer dreamin’ here i come.
