Hair-o-graphy

all day today i've been seeing bald meN. some carry it well. some don't.

i just saw my dad the other day and boy was his hair one step away from leaving the buildinG. no, he's not bald. it's just really, really thinned out.

i have the misfortune of being born in a family with really thiN, limp hair. however, if there's one thing to be assured of, it's that the seniors never lost their hair. it just, well, thinned out. you know, where you see hair, but you also see some scalp.

i guess that is why over the yearS, i've been wandering the desert of differing hairstyles. today's 'do, tomorrow's mirage.

i have phalacrophobia: the fear of going bald. is that a bad thinG? 

so this entry is more of an ode to haiR. i was thinking if ever my hair goes the way of the dodo someday, at least, i'd have a scrapbook full of different looks i've tried over the years.

20-something years ago: starting at the tips

i was born with straight hair. then over the course of several yearS, in grade school, for some unknown reason, it suddenly turned curly. this fact, compounded with the fact that i inherited the thin hair strands so characteristic of my dad's side of the family, made my sense of identity non-existent. 

i hated my hair. in tagalog, manipis na nga, salot pa. LOL. i remember being in denial, trying everything i can to somehow straighten it out. at 12 i had this silly notion that if i sleep with a swim cap on (you know, those skintight rubber things?) i would wake up with straight hair. hay...so naive.

but i tried to compensate by other meanS. i must have tried every imaginable hair product known to man. gels, mousse, spritzers, shine vitamins, wax, hair clay... name the brand, i've tried it.

(aka PDV - public display of vanity)

Project: Body

get a female trainer. = good

getting a trainer who's an Alagad* . = even better!

words of wisdom from my friend, MV.

im laying out my plans to once again sign up for a gym membershiP. i have been thinking about it. getting a male trainer would only make me distracted. i've done it before and it was a complete and utter failure. the gym going, that is. as for the instructor, he was an animal in bed. 'twas good while it lasted. ;)

but that was over 5 years agO. to dodge temptation, i'm resolved in doing it differently this timE. day 1 for MV and operation alagad is already doing wonders for him. there were no inhibitions, no uneasy moments, no awkward actions, no facades...

most importantlY: no sex thoughts! (shudders. see *)

the things are set in motioN. my goal: beach worthy body by summer next year.

*Alagad ni Aiza a.k.a. Lulus, lesbianesians, leslies...

Bonfire of the Vanities pt. 2

'kaliwa po'. i told the cab driver.

he points to the left and says 'ditO?' (no, point your finger upward and then i'll say 'oo').

'sa may grocerY?' he asks again.(the grocery's on the right wing).

'no, that's on the other sidE'. i quipped.

'kaya nga, dito sa grocerY'. then he makes a left.

oh boy. i love banter like thiS. *mimics* blowing my head off with a thumb and index finger gun.

however, seeing it's facade takes my slight annoyance awaY. i love going to the Mall of Asia. i'm it's biggest fanboy. it's by far the best mall we have in the metro. not the prettiest, but still the best. biased much? maybe because i live in the south which makes it easy access for me.

this mall had also been a witness to several trysts i have haD. from theatrical break ups (plural) and un-breaks (plural) with Lumux (love of my life. now an ex-), to the unfaithful escapades with the Prince, to deviant days with Bed boy... but i digress. those are entirely separate entries.

i was there on a single missioN. i'm off to see the wizard (of skincare). i just have that nagging feeling that i need to go.

case in point, in the office, i've gotten unsolicited compliments ranging from 'you're glowing', or 'blooming ka', to the 'wow fresH'. also, i heard from my one of my peers 'may patay na patay na naman sayo sa class ko'. there's this guy in her class who is so seriously crushing on me, he even saved my mugshot from the company database and saved it as his celphone wallpaper.

cutE.

the thing is, i feel i've neglected myself for so lonG. and staring at the mirror, i'm not happy with what i see. hearing those things when i feel pretty beat up makes my paranoid hormones kick in.

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Dermclinic, MoA brancH. quite attractive lady at the counter.

'para po sa pimpleS?' (no, i'm here for a triple bypass surgery. what's with all these questions today!? and ouch on the pluralization of pimple.)

the receptionist asked me whether i already have a record or noT. i said i don't know if they still have it because it's been months since my last visit.

off she goes into the back, apparently looking for my data sheeT. it took her maybe 5 mins or so.

'sir last visit nyo po, 2007 pA.'

whoA.(this year, Lumux and I would have celebrated our 4th anniversary. i really let it go, didn't i?)

she gave me the range of services they haD. i noticed they have a lot of new ones. too many tech-y sounding names (stem cell photo therapy, anyone?). she was patient enough to explain everything to me though.

so off i go into the clinic's labyrinth of mini roomS. first up is the mandatory facial, which i hate getting. something about a complete stranger rubbing your face doesn't sit right with me.

i just fiddled my with my phones to pass the timE. (i love that MoA has free wifi all througout!)

so that was donE. now comes the hard part. meeting the dermatologist. i feel really insecure being examined by one. i mean it's their job to turn frogs into princes, right? Doctora F came in looking as fresh as a daisy (which made more insecure). to her credit, she has really good rapport building skills which made me feel at ease.

the procedure took almost 2 hourS. she went to places i didn't even know existed. i mean, i came in here thinking my face isn't in bad shape after all. how wrong i was.

after what seemed like eternity, i felt so draineD. but hey, like they say: pain is the price you pay...

but here we accept cold hard cash onlY. lol.

dermclinic doesn't seem to have the word 'cheap' in its vocabularY. but it has 10 entries for 'ostensibly pricy'. i've done my rounds before. you could get rock bottom prices at dermstrata, forever flawless, let's face it, etc...but you get what you pay for. dermatologists > "therapists".

so here i am at tapping away at homE. good thing i took yesterday off and today all i need to set my mind to is to relax and to heal.