flash flood...

It was all over the news lately about the flash floods in Cagayan de Oro last January 11, 2009.

Here are few pics of the incident at my workplace.

MY FIRST

Way back in Bukidnon, I will always remember Auntie Annie. I ran to her whenever I need to have my hair cut. In their sala, with that red cloth she’ll cover my neck, wet my hair with water and after few minutes of the clashing of the scissors, I already have my hair trimmed at a lower cost.

Then December 24, 2008 came at around 4 in the afternoon, something realized. This might be ordinary for others especially for girls and women at my age. Maybe some of you won’t even believe me that it’s my first but this is true. I just want to share to all of you my experience.

As the glass door was opened by the security guard, set before my very eyes were dazzling mirrors, hi tech chairs and other paraphernalia that I’ve seen in the movies & in the television. We were greeted by the receptionist who asked what kind of service I wished to avail. So I answered, then simultaneous asked for the price that sends my eyes twinkling with dollar signs :) . So I turned to my companion who assured me that the price is alright with him. I got myself a chair till somebody attended to me. He(third sex) instructed a woman to have my hair shampooed. She had me reclined with my head on the lavatory. I was a bit startled with the water coming from the telephone shower. And the waters send me giggling so I covered my mouth with my hanky to avoid embarrassment. The shampoo smelled so good. With towel wrapped around my head, I was led to the cutting area where I silently said goodbye to my hair, my long hair. Of course to finish the service, my hair was blow dried and again I chuckled as the hot air reaches my scalp and my neck. Then after some time, the reflection in the mirror reveals a new me with a totally new hairstyle that will surely surprise everybody who are used to seeing me with long hair.

My experience is typical but what makes it special is that it uncovered the childish trait in me and that it felt good also to pamper one’s self. It also makes sense trying something new. So far I’ve been receiving positive feedbacks. Maybe there are few hidden not so good comments but it doesn’t matter to me. What’s important is that I’m comfortable and happy with my new hairdo with the hope of a more positive outlook this year.

Well a big thanks to my hairstylist and of course to my Lavs who patiently accompanied me to the salon and who also sponsored it by d way.

THE MASK

Being outspoken is not really my personality. I don’t easily open up my thoughts and emotions. I have the tendency to keep things to myself. But I find ways to let the person know about it afterwards.

I’ve longed for the Christmas season to come because my young man will be coming over after seven months of not seeing each other. It’s supposed to be a happy get together but it did not turned out that way. The first meeting over dinner was already a bad start. But that was just a short moment. I was hopeful that better days were coming ahead and that everything will fall into place. But unfortunately, it did not happen as I expected. Dark clouds seemed to cover up few wonderful moments. Unhappiness overshadowed and hurt was an intense feeling that time yet smiles may be seen on my face and I was able to make things appeared alright. And he went home without knowing how I truly felt that I remembered the hurts and pains more than the bliss.

Although I took the courage to inform him my irritation and displeasure but it was already late. He’s back in his place and there’s nothing he could do to make up for the lost time. I’ve realized that I also committed a big mistake of not letting him know from the start. I would have saved myself from ruining my Christmas with my Lavs. Next time, I won’t indulged in those pathetic emotional drama which left me scarred. I promised myself to be true to what I feel especially when I’m with my special person coz I know he loves me enough to understand me…

Playing in the Rain

Just when I went out from the office, I saw these four children having fun in the rain. And my childhood memories flashed back. With my neighbors and friends, we enjoyed the rain playing and running around our subdivision until the rain went off.

I was happy looking at them. So I've decided to take pictures of them. At first, they were unmindful of me. Till they voluntered to pose...



But these children sent a little shiver on my neck because they are enjoying splashing water which had build up in the canal. They would ignore anybody who tried to reprimand them to get off. I just hope they won't acquire any diseases. Where could have been the parents of the little buddies.

Missing the Angel

He came in the middle of confusions and doubts. So innocent yet hurled with accusations. So young to be caught in the middle of the clash of immature person and pathetic made-to-believe situations.

But his first cry gave us laughter that wiped out all these negative thoughts and emotions. Everytime his eyes opens is a promise of a brighter day. His cries in the night is like music to the ears. Then he learns new tricks and began to respond back and laugh out loud. When held in the arms, all is worth it.

In the point that everything's alright, a sad truth appeared before us that we didn't expect to happen very soon. Our angel was taken back by the same person who did not accepted him at first. Truly a painful scenario especially for my parents who have witnessed him from birth and who have also thier share of sacrifices.

And what's left are the memories and these pics which was taken last Oct. 19, 2008. For everything will never be the same again...

Out of Line

The internet connection is very slow lately :(. It's killing lots of time. And it makes me lazy to do some blogging...

Sweet and Sour November

It was nine years ago this same month that I have opened myself to someone. I don't really like him but he's very persistent in having a relationship with me. Being into it for the first time was not easy. It was so awkward and all those stuff.

But as the days and months came, masked in a tough facade, he is truly a sweet and gentle person inside. He's a practical giver. He has not given me even a single card. Instead he gave me flashlight, umbrella, handkerchief and lots of thing which can be of use.

Yet our bond is not all bed of roses. We were also tossed by storms. It was also one november that we broke up for 3 months due to immaturity. Tears fell of missing him. Life was dull and dry without him.

His call last saturday exactly the first day of november reminded me of the wonderful as well as the the not so good things brought about by this month nine years ago which all have contributed to what our relationship has become now.