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Monday, June 27, 2016

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And a deserving throwback on shampoo brands mom chooses to buy, back in the day...Anybody familiar with any of these?

Organic and smelled like fresh grass.
 
Smells so good.

Ultimate Classic. Smells like Barbie's hair.
 
Classic DutyFree shop buy.
 
 
Classic DutyFree shop buy if you still have spare cash.
 
Remember that milky blue liquid? It's either Gard or this one to dandruff free hair.
 
When you want to achieve the fully buhaghag hair!
 
 

 
In connection to my previous post on hair, the last I can recall, the shampoo brand that goes well with my hair is Rejoice. This variety/plastic bottle shape during the 90's.



The Rejoice now is different. It does no good to my frizzy hair.

Hair Chronicles

Diameter of my ponytailed hair measures around .70 in inches. During the 90s, my hair thickness when ponytailed, measure about 1.3 inches in diameter. Naturally, I have buhahaghag, or what they call "unruly", "not straight, not curly", and "wavy and frizzy", in a way. Based on the classification below, mine can be identified as Type II Open Wave.


During my younger days (ages 3-9 years), I have basic straight hair. But when my tita discovered the magical world of Pagoda Cold Wave Lotion and plastic rollers with matching wax paper square sheets, my bangs suddenly puffed and I modeled the poodle hair. A few days months after when my hair got longer, my tita got bored and decided to curl the ends of my hair. Tadan...then I become poodle again, upgraded version. Note that my sister and cousins also fashion the same hairstyle. We pretty much welcomed our tita's new hobby.

Years passed, I became older, my hair's former straight and smooth texture was never restored. After many failed attempts of hot oil and treatment, the fizziness and waviness never disappeared. I had the most boring hairstyle from 14-26 years old. I never tried having it relaxed or rebonded, so I'm a virgin on that aspect. It was only when I was 27 when I decided to have it permed at a salon in Katipunan Avenue, QC, using the traditional method of ammonia perming using the pink rollers. I achieved the hair I wanted to have---no combing, just add mousse and voila! -my go-getter hair.

When I reached the age of 30, I had chronic hairfall.  One day, after working out at the local gym, I was preparing to dry my hair when I saw and felt that circular bald spot on the left side of my head. I panicked and I sat down, started thinking of my stress history. Hair fell in clusters. I never combed my hair, for the fear of aggravating hairloss. I took Vitamin E capsules, waited for some time, and hair grew back on the spot. Now that I am 38, I am losing more hair than ever. Now, aside from the Vitamin E caps that I'm taking, I plan to add Folic Acid on my plate, and be wary of stress and lack of sleep. Now, let's see what comes out of it. I hope to grow more hair for the next coming months.

Lake hopping- San Pablo City, Laguna

This year, before summer officially started, we went on a spontaneous day trip to San Pablo, Laguna. Me and my husbay, Ging, wanted to see the famous Seven Lakes of San Pablo. The nearest lake and largest of them all was Lake Sampalok (Tamarind), which was the nearest in town. Actually, it is located in the town itself, near the church or poblacion. From a main road, you just have to make a slight turn to a narrower road heading to the city hall and church, and a little downwards that road, you will be welcomed by the lake. It's alongside a road where tricycles and small vehicles could ply. Since the lake is accessible and the area is developed, it's not conducive to swimming and it was not the lake you look forward to, spread a blanket and hold a picnic. You have vendors dotted along the lake, selling all sorts of sari sari store items like bottled softdrinks, snacks (chichirya), etc. It's like a cleaner version of Pasig River in Metro Manila. Why? Because it's paved on one side. The difference is, there are hundreds of fishpens and cottages on stilts around, and there are a few hotels and resorts along the lake road, if in case you want to spend the night and have a morning view of a lake and a mountain on the horizon (I don't know the name of the mountain). If you want to make the most out of your effort to reach the lake and if you are not taking a car, you can hire a pedicab to drive you along the whole stretch of the lake. If it's not too sunny, you see a lot of people- couples taking pictures, groups of teenager, just lazing around, sitting and just relaxing.

Ok, so we were not done. I checked the internet too look which is the best lake to go picnicking, considering that it's not too far from town. We found Lake Pandin on google map, and says it's the perfect place for a picnic. It took us about 20-30 minutes to reach the improvised parking space. You had to be careful in choosing which space to park because some spots are privately owned. Before you reach the parking space, you will pass by a massive land property, (might be a farm), which had a few horse stables and approximately thousands of roosters for cockfighting housed on the typical triangle-shaped shelters.

To reach Lake Pandin, you have to hike for about 15 minutes, uphill. We were accompanied by a little boy. As soon as we parked, he approached us and asked if we were willing to hire him as our trail guide. We asked how much he's charging us, and he told us that any amount is ok, so we immediately agreed. The hiking was a little tiring, because the sun was up, the trail was slightly uphill and dusty. As soon as we reached the lake, I immediately inhaled and exhaled the fresh air and green surroundings, and bought fresh coconut (buko) juice, which costs around 20 pesos only.

 

There were a few people queued for the raft ride. I asked the hospitable residents where to register. There was a registration booth. Glad to find out that the Lake Pandin tour/operations were run by a local cooperative, so everyone was benefitting, and not just one sole greedy businessman.


The package they offered costs 360 pesos per person, which included the 2-hour balsa (bamboo raft) ride, and lunch. Since we'd like to avoid the hassle of the food being served at the balsa and having to do a balancing act of eating grilled fish with your bare fingers and sipping your fresh buko juice, we requested to have our lunch served at the tables located at the jump-off point. Lunch was promptly served. It consists of grilled tilapia, paco (fern) and salted egg salad, rice, shrimp in gata sauce, bananas and bottled water.  After lunch, we rested for a bit and waited for our turn to ride the raft. When it was our turn, we were asked to wear lifevests, since safety is their priority and the lake's depth reaches down to more than 200 feet. So anything that falls to the lake (may it be your phone, wallet, or jewelry) cannot be retrieved anymore, to avoid the risk of boatmen drowning too.




Our balsa ride was the relaxation we looked forward to- just the right sun, cool breeze and the sound of splashing water. All the balsas are guided by a thick rope connected to the opposite edge od the lake. Before we swim, the boatman suggested that we pass by the view of Lake Yambo. We docked on a land mass, went up on the side of a small mountain and reached the top to get a view of Pandin's twin lake, which is Yambo. If you want to swim at Lake Yambo, you have to take a different route. We took some photos, looked around, and decided to return since I was so eager to swim already.


Returning to the balsa, we continued bracing the calm waters and reached the edge of the lake where a few balsas were also afloat. I was prepared to swim, lie on the water, and just let the lifevest take me where it wants me to be. The water was cold, but just the right cold that refreshes. We swam and lingered at a certain spot for about 30 minutes. Funny thing that Ging had a hard time climbing back to the raft. He went on a long explanation that the lifevest was stopping him from climbing properly...well, I just told him that he has a weak upper body that cannot handle his whole body weight. I tried to assist him, but he was too heavy. The boatman was the one who hauled him up. Well, in my case, I was able to climb back to the raft, not very smoothly because of the slimy moss on the edge of the balsa, but accurately and with no trouble. We stayed on for a while chatting with our fellow balsa companions (two of them, a husband and a wife too), until the wind started to pick up and we decided to go back and let the other guests have their turn.

Overall, the trip was good. It was different from the usual beach and mountain environs we were accustomed to. I would recommend my family and friends to visit too.