Tonight, I regret not having taken a photo of my hair two weeks ago for the Before and After comparison. I have been trying to heal my dry ends with 100% argan oil for two weeks now and once I develop a predilection for something, I tend to be a little over-the-top about it. So instead of the suggested once-a-week ritual, I did it every other night.
I put 1-2 drops of the oil to the ends of my hair that I’ve previously gathered, then give it a quick massage and try to straighten out the strands by pressing each batch between my pointing and middle fingers. Every other night, for two weeks, I left it overnight. I also loved infusing the oil into my scalp by emptying the dropper / pipette while running it on the straight white line. I section the hair into 4 so I know the places where I should empty the dropper on. Then I give it a massage, tie it up in a bun, then envelope with a light shower cap/hair net. Then I go to sleep (I change my pillow cases everyday).
This is the outcome. It may not make much sense anymore as the images depict a healthier, split-ends free hair already, but I just really want to testify on one of the wonders of the liquid gold. Maybe I’ll use this photo to compare my hair after two weeks again. (Hair situation two weeks ago was ugly, brittle, dry, damaged, RIP levels kind of hair. I was getting too close to chopping it off; good thing I submitted it to the experiment.) The above photos were taken in the afternoon today, no filter used, unedited. Girls do know how split ends look, so ask them if they can see any here…
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Today’s my lola’s 88th birthday. She’s the only living grand parent I have left. I’ve not visited her in … Two years? More or less. Hindi ko kaya eh. I don’t want her to see me break down again. Kasi kilalang-kilala nya ako. She even planned on staying with me at my Ortigas condo for a while because … Mag-isa lang daw ako. At yun gusali, nasa tabi lang ng kalsada. Baka daw may mangyari sakin masama. (Shortly after, nanakawan ako ng laptop.)
Anyway, on a lighter note, she calls me “Babs”, kasi, sa kabila ng pagpupunyagi, di na nya mabigkas ang letter R nang may katagumpayan (baRRRbs). And that’s after she’s mentioned all of my siblings and cousins names that she triumphantly guesses mine. She taught me mental computation (kakatao ko sa mga naging sari-sari stores nya dati), demanded na bayaran ko daw lahat ng kinain kong Viva candy (hard candy with caramel filling yun, nakaka-8 ako minsan) kasi lahat ng tubo (profit) kinain ko na raw. At ang Perla daw, nakakaputi, (pero iitim ka kung ikukula mo sarili mo). LOL.
Grabe yan, sobrang tipid. Ipon nang ipon ng pensyon. Tapos early ’90s biglang nag-MIA. Akala namin nagka-boyfriend tapos nagtanan. Nagpapatayo na pala ng bahay nya sa Rizal. Sumuko nako samahan yan sa mall, kasi takot mag escalator. Tapos tumatawad pa sa department store. Dyahe kaya yun!!! Oh well, sana kaya pa mag-Facebook ng lola ko. Or Instagram. Makakailan selfie kaya yan sa isang araw? Hanggang ngayon “Via” ang tawag nya kay Claudine Barretto (Mula Sa Puso), at si Juday, Esperanza. Di pa nga nya yata alam na patay na si Rico Yan. Sige, happy birthday May. (“Mhai” lola yata sa Bicol yun.)
Huwag kalimutan mag-Eskinol sa gabi.
It’s Not the Years in Your Life That Count. It’s the Life in Your Years
But for my lola, I think she has had both…
Sinadlakan ng lumbay
Nang tumingala sa alapaap
Liban sa ngalan mo’y
Wala nang maapuhap
Laksang suntok at dagok sa dibdib
Dala ng kabog ng pusong pumipintig
Marinig lamang ang ‘yong tinig
Agad-agaran ang pagtindig
Upang lamang mabalisa
Na hindi pala sayo ang tinig ay nagmula
Kundi guni-guni lamang
Na kanina pa pumailanlang
Ipipikit kong mag-isa
Ang mga matang sayo lamang nahalina
Nawa’y pagmulat kong muli sa aga Ay nasa piling na kita, Sinta