Think Out Loud

Hair, there, everywhere!

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After the day’s pictorial (yes, there was one at work, just from an ID picture), I started to miss my hair.  I’ve been shifting lengths year after year, and this year, I believe I dislike the fact that my hair is starting to grow slower than it used to.

Here’s a look at my hair through the years.  I know it’s not that interesting, but I really miss my hair.  I wonder which of these styles you think fit me best.

If I'm not mistaken, this was... 2002.

This was at the tail end of my college years, 2003.

2004

2007

Late 2008

Late 2009

About two months ago

Of course by now it has created its own volume, mainly focused around my cheeks.

Dear God.  Please make my hair grow fast again.  Right now, it’s awkward and not-so-pretty.  I promise I won’t curl it.  Thank you.

The day I renewed my NBI Clearance

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I made sure I got up early because I needed to pass by my college for my transcript.  Then I sped to Megamall for my NBI clearance renewal.

That satellite office processes faster than the head office, at least that’s how I remembered it.  When Dylan and I had his clearance renewed, it only took at most an hour.  Mine took five.  Five long painful hours.

The NBI satellite office is located at the lower ground floor, Mega Building B, near Luk Yuen restaurant.  The line extended up to the stairs.  Then it went up to the fifth level.  And the line was still long, so from the fifth level, the line stretched descending the stairs from across the hall.

The mall doors opened at 10 in the morning and I was there by 10:05.  I fell in line…. at the lower ground floor…. from the stairs across the hall.

This is the view from the fourth level of the second set of stairs.

Then the line would extend across the hall at the fifth floor.

This is the view from the fifth floor at the original set of stairs. Time to go down. This is hour 3.

Third level. This is hour four.

SM Food Court ad. Quite funny coz the people's table had water/wine goblets. Obviously, they're not dining at SM Food Court.

So to ease the pain from my legs, I decided to comfort myself with Krispy Kreme.  I dragged my mother along with me but she was thinking of something else.

We still bought Krispy Kreme, but she definitely preferred BreadTalk. Hahaha.

I was really trying to enjoy my doughnut break....

... if I wasn't so disturbed by this rude person. He's occupying the best seats in the house and HE DID NOT EVEN ORDER ANYTHING.

I hate this kind of assholes.

Let’s end with a happy note.

One dozen glazed goodness. :)

Everything in between

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I haven’t written for the past week.  That’s how it felt like.  Looking at the last few posts, I realized how impersonal they were.  And how I’ve been avoiding confronting myself lately.

I’d like to think it’s the usual hump, the big gap, the missing part, or at least that space between here and there that you can’t quite decipher.  I’d like to think that I just have nothing much to write.  I’d like to think so many things… but I have been thinking too much.

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To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die

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¿Para qué vale la pena, valió la pena todo el tiempo.

It’s the Spanish translation of one of my favorite song lines ever.  It’s not new, that’s for sure, but for me, it was that memorable.

I don’t know why lately I’ve been quite melodramatic about how the state of the “Carla” is going.  There are just some realities that cut to close to the eye, and there’s no stopping it because it happening is just a matter-of-fact.

Take for example Dylan’s IELTS review.  He’s taking it in preparation for his overseas employment.  We’ve already talked about this; it is actually one of the more practical talks that we’ve had for a long time.  Upon completing the first year in his contract, he will start preparing all the necessary documentation and licenses needed for overseas employment.  We have targeted the UK for him, mainly because of the NHS and how they don’t choose who to cure (oh yes).  When he heard about the gravity of the taxes there, well, it’s an understatement to say that he was discouraged.

There’s something about that plan that breaks my heart; I am yet again going to be left behind.  Although I know the reasons (and they are really good reasons) for his departure, it doesn’t make my heartbreak any less bearable.

I told him to just bear the taxes.  I want him to actually help people.  The only instance that I felt that kick from him, that accomplished kick of being an ER nurse, was when they tried to save a 22-year-old guy with the younger brother waiting at the wings.  Whichever country he goes to, he and his immediate family will always have the same healthcare benefits.  What I want him to have is the liberty to care for anyone who needs it.  Without that, the only difference would be higher pay.

The guy didn’t make it.  And Dylan is once again confronted by man’s mortality.

Most of the time, I am thankful that his occupation often has brushes (actually, laps and laps and laps) with death.  He lives happier now, takes care of himself better, looks out for others more cautiously… and I believe I have to be thankful for what he does.  There are off days of course, but they no longer last as long as they used to.

There are far more things that trouble my mind, apart from Dylan’s impending departure.  I’m trying to be as pragmatic about everything as I can be, but then again, my melodramatic side can only change so much.

Okay, I’m skirting off to work now.  Toodles.

Wild, encumbered, bewildered

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Though the week has barely started, I am already experiencing severe cases of rageaholism.  So may I just be random today, especially that I am blogging at an hour that is not of my choosing?

1. Excuse you, but I am not hard-headed.  I freaking comply every single rule imposed upon me.  There is only ONE condition to that:  I HAVE TO UNDERSTAND IT.  Is it my fault that I cannot understand why corporate=black for you?  You cannot rebrand a company just by changing the facade of a building, you have to change the people as well.  It’s not leaving culture and tradition behind.  It’s merely adding new ones.  It’s called developing.  Learn it.  Live it.  Love it.  Or better, just read up on it.  Then maybe I won’t have a hard time justifying why an institution is spending over a billion pesos on a luxury condominium.

*word vomit*

2. I am not being tough nor am I filled with pride.  Is it too much to ask from anyone that maybe this time, they can consider me?  I know what I did (and I did that on purpose, unfortunately) that made a person hurt as much as a person can.  But does that other person know or at least, is that person considerate enough to acknowledge doing something of the same effect?  I’ve been looking out for person after person after person all my life.  Maybe this time, you all can consider looking out for me.

*word vomit*

3.  You are probably the only thing that keeps me sane in my life right now and I am having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that you will have to go away soon in order to actually make a living.  But I am comforted by the ideas and plans that you have for your future… and how those plans include me.

*word vomit*

Okaaay.  I believe I am officially bulimic.  So much for a great lunch.