Saturday, November 21

November 22, 2015


My last blog entry was more than a year ago and albeit what I shared in that post was of a terrible experience, I can't promise if this one's going to be any different.
First, pardon me for the grammar inconsistencies, lame terms and expressions I'm about to use since it's been a long time since I've brushed up on those and bothered picking up a book to read so yeah.

Soooo many things have happened over the course of time I wasn't able to blog. I believe I already have mentioned in one of my previous blog entries that I have been unemployed a year ago for a long time. Well must I say great news? Since I am now employed as a public school teacher. Would you believe that? Me neither. I started June this year, inexperienced, lost as fuck and unsure (until now :D). Almost six months into the job, I believe I still haven't wrapped my head around all these shit though some things are for sure:

1. Lesson Plans are a huge pain in the ass. Yes, our LPs aren't collected and checked everyday and we can get them from a Facebook group and just make modifications but it's too tiring to either write or print the thing every damn day.

2. Grades are a big deal. As a new teacher, my first time was not that of a good one. I admit the first batch of grades I have given weren't that....accurate given that I have made A LOT of considerations....and I also had confusions. My greatest fear back then are the parents who might corner me and bombard me with questions as to who I arrived to the grade I gave their child. And although I have my class record ready for that, the thought just...scares me and I don't want to do them any explanation. True enough, a few came. Surprisingly, these parents are from the last section where the students are a little well on the uh...I don't really know how to say it but they are not the smartest in the batch. Usually, most complaints, my co-teachers say, come from the parents of those who belong to the cream / top section. However, in this case, it's the parents of the kids from the not-so-smart section who showed up. LOL! Stage moms who don't really think of the intellectual capacity of their kids. They think that because they monitor their children's performance and make sure their projects and assignments are delivered on time-- the kids aren't even the one who do it-- their kids would get a high grade. Like, hello, we still give them exams in which they don't do so well in. Sighs.

3. So many issues, so little school. Yep, way too many issues and unfortunate events and more....tiring stuff. I won't elaborate anymore.

4. We, non-permanent teachers aren't treated fairly. Not only are we deprived of certain benefits but our salaries are also a month late and are to be claimed to the Office. We weren't issued ATMs, unlike permanent teachers. So equates to inconvenience and gastos.

5. I want to leave. Yes, but not now. I need the moolah. LOL though I can guarantee that  IF a better opportunity comes knocking at my door, I would definitely grab-- glomp it. Not only because of the things I am deprived of but because I often find myself wondering if this is really the job for me or if I am happy -- basically questions I can't properly answer.

Yep. That's it. 5 in total though I could give more but who knew writing about this could be exhausting?

Will head to bed now.

mood: sleepy and hungry
status: broke af
feeling: annoyed bc it's sunday and tomorrow's monday
craving: sopas
hoping: for happier days and a lovelife (kidding)


Wednesday, March 5

uhm, rebonding experience?

More than 3 months ago, I've finally decided to have my hair rebonded despite being reluctant about it for months definitely longer than that -- reasons include what if's like what if something really terrible happens to my hair during the process or worse, what if I have this unknown allergy that would react with the chemical they use and I end up losing all my hairstrands?

Good thing I did not experience those... Well maybe quite?

It was one Wednesday when I finally had the courage, money and energy to go out of the house and just go about the entire rebonding process. I went to the salon not really far from our house; it can actually be reached by foot but because I don't feel like it, I took a jeepney. It's for the very reason that my sister had his last rebonding session in this salon and I liked the way his hair shined and looked. And maybe the fact that included in the packaged my sister opted for is a buffet meal which is not really bad.

Upon arriving in the salon I was greeted by quite a number of customers and staffs. I headed to the receiving area and was offered different packages when I mentioned that hair rebonding is what I'd like. I also ended up getting the package my sister had gotten which costs php 1300.00. After that, the lady I was talking to called someone and kind of "assigned" him to attend to me.

The first application of chemical was cool, with all the excitement pumping my nerves but the wait killed me. I had to stare at everything I could stare at just to kill time, with the mantra "when is this gonna end" in my head. In an earshot I heard someone ask how long does the process usually take, to be answered by 6 hours. This can't get any worse.

Not long after I have started enjoying the best moment of my life aka spacing out and puffing my cheeks, we were summoned to the dining area. It's lunch time! Yooohoo....not. It's a kind of buffet which doesn't really seem like a buffet. The rice was stiff as a rock, the viands don't look edible, much less delectable (yes, I judge them by their appearance). I ended up eating what I least expected -- veggies. And it wasn't even that fulfilling. After having my first plate, I really wanted to go back, shove the lousy stuff in my system for it's going to be a long day and I need energy but I can't. Not when none of the people I am with inside the dining area isn't making any move of doing so. I drank 2 glasses of water and exited with a heavy heart.

After having my hair rinsed for the first application, I was really upset because I don't see any remarkable changes. Yes, I am an impatient customer.

There was a flurry of events after that, multitude amounts of chemicals repeatedly applied and rinsed, dried my hair, only to be drenched again.

During the hair ironing part did I only and finally notice really evident changes in my hair. It's starting to get straighter and shiny and all sorts of stuff I was expecting. What's really dumb yet crucial was that after having someone do the horrible job of ironing and switching between two hair irons, the beautiful, shiny outcome will be again covered with chemical and rinsed and dried and ironed again. I found that so, so foolish. LOL

And after approximately five hours of shifting seats, queueing in the rinsing area, tiring lounging, my hair's finally rebonded. I was really contented with the result.

Only the inevitable part comes in. The person who's mainly attended to me hair asked me if I'd like to have it colored since it's part of the package I've opted for. I said yes, of course. I want to make sure this is worth every cent I will be paying them. He then gave me this huge book-like thing containing different hair colors they offer. At this point, I am already having problems in choosing, there are just countless of things that need to be considered, of course if it will fit my skin tone and face being the first. I resorted to following the advice of the guy who's doing my hair (with all the jokes on the side) and to say I'm skeptical about the whole thing is an understatement.

The guy prepared the mixture for my choice of hair color and proceeded with the application afterwards. Minutes later, I started feeling this weird, uncomfortable prickling sensation in my scalp, which was normal, as I was told. After having my entire hair covered with creepy stuff (they didn't wrap it with a shower cap so my hair was falling up to my back, inches below my shoulders). Around 10 minutes into the soaking thing, I start feeling really hot in the places where the chemical's gotten contact into, particularly at the back of my neck and my back. It was so, so, so uncomfortable that I had to bear with it, bug the guy who applied it and asked him if I could actually have it rinsed already. He said it won't have any effect if I have it rinse right away so I negotiated for another 10 minutes and he conceded (Thank heavens!)

Well another thing I have to surpass was the long-assed queue in the rinsing station since more and more people were starting to come in and also ask for rebonding services (it's nearing christmas so it's no surprise). After lining up, the people who wash your hair rush the whole rinsing process to beat the number of people. So just imagine the bustle and hustle inside. Ugh.

To cut it all short, I was really startled when I have seen the color of my hair after having it rinsed. The new color it has is striking and bold, very far from the black I naturally have and  have already gotten used to. I'm not really the kind of person who liked very big and remarkable changes. It takes me time to accept them.

When I reached home, though, I received an overwhelming amount of positive praises from my family. They say it's a good change and it fits me. Even telling me, mukha kang amerikanang hilaw! 

And it wasn't minutes later after looking at my hair in the mirror and running my hand through it did I notice something strange. My fingers touched this spot which was immensely pressed on to my scalp. I tried pulling the hairstrands in the affected area which wasn't that big but not really small, to pull the hair up like the rest but to no avail. I told mom about it and we both agreed it might be an effect of having put too much chemical and not thoroughly washed. She then brought a cotton damped with water to dab on the spot, hoping that'd help. Again, it did nothing. I can only hope that everything will be okay once in three days -- basically the day when I can rinse it.

After having my first full-body, refreshing bath in 3 days, nothing happens. What I'm sure of is that I lost tons and tons of hairstrands during the first run of the comb into my hair. It's the most number of hairstrands I've lost by far, I believe.

So I wondered what this weird spot has in store for me. What I didn't know was that the whole excessive hair fall thing is caused by this. I am constantly losing hair strands because the tips of my hair (from that spot) are severely damaged. And months later, my hair is obviously growing and the hairstrands from the spot are all gone and replaced by tiny black hair, making the long, colored strands I've grown for months vanish. Hence, right now, that spot exactly where my puyo is, is bombarded with conspicuous black strands of hair (newly grown, of course) and they're so blatant and glaring I have to pin them down using a bobby pin. People will look at me weirdly, laugh even if I leave it that way.

In the end, I felt bad that my first experience had to be faulty. And I also regret that I did not ask for a receipt from the salon and come back the very next day to complain about the spot I found so they can fix it or not, compensate me.

Oh well.

Here's how my freakin hair looks like right now.

Sunday, December 1


It's been over a month since I last blogged. I wouldn't even attempt to make any excuses why I cannot do so since I'm just at home, bumming around and surfing the net and tweeting like there's no tomorrow. In fact, I really was planning to blog a long time ago, with a certain topic in mind but due to again, this never-ending laziness of mine, I failed to do so.

But lol alas, I've finally found something worth-blogging and I couldn't just let this pass! Well since everyone's making a fuss over it (WHO THE HELL WOULD NOT?) because it really feels surreal. The thing is I, and the whole class I belong in during college passed the September 2013 Licensure Examination for Teachers. *stops for a moment to digest that*

Since the day of the exam, I've been very negative about what the results would be, thinking what a shame it would be it would be once the results are out; my name wouldn't be in it. T____T I've never been the type of person who's confident enough to say, "I aced that exam" or "I am positive I'll pass" ever since I started school, having experienced a lot of failing moments especially in entrance examinations. Over the years, I've learned it's better to expect the worst and just be mildly hurt than expect the best and be deeply wounded.

Having planned to eat out the day before, we went to Makati Ave. to buy and take-out food from one of the restaurants we frequent there...without having any idea that the results are coming out that night, too!

Arriving at home, we ate in peace (because omg the food's that good. everytime we do this, we can't help but eat a lot!) afterwhich, I've decided to go online. The first thing I saw though, when I opened Facebook was a screenshot by a schoolmate/friend with her name on it and the caption says, "Thank you, Lord! I passed the exam! To God the the glory!" by the time I finished looking at it, my mouth's really wide open and my heart's about to burst from fear and nervousness. There's also a sudden wave of headache which is very unsual;; maybe brought about by what I was feeling during that time.

I quickly typed PRC's URL in the address bar with shaking hands and with the thought of "This is it" in mind. But my fate decided to tease me for the website is taking years to load and in the end, I did not get to see the list there. Luckily though, a classmate of mine was able to access the list and download it (since it's in PDF format) and finally upload it in our private group on Facebook. I was relieved because finally, I won't struggle too much just to open the damned file but at the same time, the nerve-wracking feeling is still there. Having my mother pull a chair and sit just behind me, we started scrolling down to letter "M" since my surname starts there. We are barely breathing, I swear. And so we scrolled downwards more and more until we are at the list of passers whose surnames are also "MORALES". I panicked because I did not see my name at first and thankfully I scrolled down a little more and alas, my name's there. I heaved a sigh of relief and thank Heavens and was utterly happy that time.

My mother was frantic, rushing to the room where my father is currently at that time and delivered the great news. I just don't know how to react at my mother's expression during that time, she's almost squealing and is very happy. My father, on the other hand, being the silent and not-so-sweet type, just gave me a thumbs-up which is more than enough.

Oh what stroke of luck! Just when I was about to finish this blog, a mailman just delivered a letter for me from PRC which contains details about our oath-taking. This makes everything official. I really am a licensed teacher.

Thank you, Lord.
Thank you, to my family although I've never really said it because I think it's tooooo cheesy.
To my friends and to my fandom which really inspired me.

This is just the start....I am to face lots of challenges way more difficult than this in the future. But in God's will and grace, I know, I'll surpass those and make it through~

Wednesday, October 23

jobless, penny-less and food.

I've been jobless for two weeks now.

I haven't done anything to find a new one.

I am so poor right  now. I need money.

And then there's my hunger. It just won't leave me.

My jeans, shorts...everything's gotten smaller. Everytime I wear them, my waist feels like it's going to burst from the tightness.


And oh, my iPhone's broken for...also going on 2 weeks now :(
Have you ever found yourself blurting out words or phrases involuntarily? I might find that really odd and weird and something I wouldn't find myself doing ever.
 But ever since I have started taking in calls from my now previous job, up until now, I've been doing it.
 At work, before, we receive at least 30 calls a day and in every call, we are supposed to say the same things.
 Well yeah, it's very much scripted which is also why people there kept on saying we can take those calls with our eyes closed and our mind drifting somewhere.

 That could be fun except that it could also make people stupid...which I believe happened to me. T__T

Thursday, October 17

Sharing an old photo of my late hamster and I where it looked as if she's giving me a kiss on the cheek when in reality she wants nothing but to be freed from my grasp and walk and play around.
I'll always miss you, my one and only echoserang hamster! :3