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Showing posts with label nad. Show all posts

January 17, 2012

Hair Dilemma: Ombre VS Obsessive Redhead Disorder

Look what I found! An almost year-old #redhead photo of myself (with a cheapstake Rayban-rip-off find to sport a frustrated #hipster-ish look.) T’was like just a week after I dyed it red for the first time.

I’ve been obsessing to do something with my hair for weeks now basically because of my anxiousness over my pretty messed-up roots. Can I just say eew? I can’t help to get giddy and impulsive to re-dye it that way (referring to the photo above) , but my Id and Super-ego’s still in a comprehensive debate whether to wait for a few months to pull-off a nice contemporary #Ombre hair or to fall for my Obsessive #Redhead Disorder again.

It's pretty well-known to the whole world (or at least to those who cares to give attention about my hair issues ) that I am ridiculously in-love and obsessed with red hair. I've been itching to dye it since college and I just had the chance to make it happen after passing the Board Exam last year. And now, I've been in a BIG dilemma whether to pursue my staple hair color frustration or to pull off something contemporary like Ombre. I've been google-ing till 2 AM last night for Ombre hair inspirations. I got loads of it. I still want to stick with the red/auburn tone though. But I can't help to be torn seeing lighter shades of brown or even blondes with ash/gray tones. But then again, I'm cowardly hesitant to risk bleaching it to death. 

Here are my awesome Ombre inspirations:

And that last photo made me want to ditch the red hair more. Oh Leighton why so pretty? If I will look exactly like that, I'll be more than willing to ditch the red tones anytime!

... But then again, I came across with these:

My favorite redheads didn't want to make it any easier for me and they went haunting my weak nerves and won me over, AGAIN. Damn I'm in-love with red hair!

But I badly want something new this year! I'm thinking of Red Ombre but then again my roots won't be as red as I want it to be. But I really want to look like a Blair-Waldorf bitch-wanna-be and pull-off Leighton's Light Ombre locks!

Forgive me for whoever is reading this. I have serious hair issues that I, too, can't run away from. It's just a life-or-death situation (at least for my poor scalp, that is). 

Oh BTW, I was actually considering Jessica Jung's hair and being a badass Light Ash Blonde in the past months before discovering my dormant admiration with Ombre hair. HAHA. How much fickle-minded could I get? 

BUT THEN AGAIN, I thought I've been inflicting too much torture to my hair, I came across a random blog I discovered thru random midnight surfing. Check out Helga Weber! I must say, SHE HAZ 'EM GUTS! Right damn serious guts I say! I seriously admire her! She's the notorious bleach babe! I'm all hands down to her! She sported A LOT of hair colors already. And by colors, I mean red, orange, pink, peach, blonde, name it! And funny thing is, they all looked great on her! Y U SO LUCKY Helga?! AND BTW, She even shaved her head and rocked it like an amazing badass she is! Hell yeah!

So far, this is her most outrageous hair color YET (for me, at least). And NO, that ain't a wig. That's her real life hair! I know, I'm pretty amazed as well! HAHA. 

I heard that going Lilac is next on her Hair Bucket List. Well, that I have to see! (setting aside my innate unexplainable hatred towards the shades of purple or anything near its hue)  So, for now, I think I'm gonna end this and skip along with my personal hair issues.

© nadimnida | 2012

January 13, 2012

January 11, 2012: Hormone-induced Realizations


Woke up alone. Siblings are at school. Mum's at the rehab centre for her daily therapy due to Cervical Slip Disc. Spent a reasonable 2 hours playing The Sims on the iTouch before I rose. Made breakfast in a jiffy. Had boiled egg, coffee, banana, wheat toast with Twitter as a side dish. Checked my e-mail for possible job offers online and whatnot.


After consuming my decently prepared breakfast, got fed up with my Twitter's timeline and thinking of my overdue PMS-ing, 3 days now, I chose to stare blankly at nothing and do what I have been good at, reflecting. 


I've been good with self-talking ever since I got aware that it actually makes me saner. Self-talk in a neurotic way, that is. It has been my staple coping mechanism. And it has been tried, tested and proven effective in almost all aspects of my life. 


I guess realizations come visit me at random times like this. And today it chose the most perfect timing to hit me in the head, just in time for my monthly hormonal imbalances. Guhhhreat! I know myself too well when it comes to my monthly red flag. Expected food cravings, major mood swings, frustration kickbacks, impulsiveness, fickle-mindedness and major over-thinking. Well, all of the sighted PMS signs and symptoms already manifested for the past 2 days, excluding the last one. And this time, it hit me so good I couldn't thank myself more for doing it! Over-thinking made me realize A LOT today. Dominated mostly by my past experiences and decisions in life. 


*That I am a good person. Not in a self-absorbed manner. I mean, I honestly think and believe that I am. I'm not sinless. No one is. Yes, I have my bitchy-moments but I always make sure that I won't hurt anybody. I'm the type of person who just can't tolerate doing something bad or something that I'm not expected to do. Just the thought of it, even more the thought of doing it, makes me feel like I'm experiencing withdrawal symptoms. Maybe because I don't like seeing people hurt. And maybe because I'm expecting the same from them.


*I highly care about what other people think of me. That's why I make sure that I am always at my best when dealing with people. I don't change "ME" to advertise something that isn't real, and I can't. What you see is what you get, but I make it to point that I won't disappoint anyone, especially myself. I sometimes take criticisms more than how it should be taken. I often get upset over negative points. It declines my self-esteem. Don't get me wrong, I do accept criticism, but I don't throw it away and forget about it just like that. It serves as a driving force. A trigger to actually challenge myself. Something to ponder on to improve what I am and what I have now. 


 *Frustrations are parasites. I would lie to myself if I would say that I don't get frustrated once in a while. I mean, I have all the rights and reasons to be frustrated at my age. I don't have a stable job, so my career's in a dormant state. I don't have enough money to support and fund my personal leisure. I don't have a very decent and consistent love-life at 22. But you know, It's OKAY to get frustrated. It's "being frustrated and letting it get into you" that is unhealthy. Frustrations are parasites. Thinking about it too much makes one weak. What do we get from being frustrated anyway? I always tell myself back then, "Why worry about things that you have no control over?". Nothing will happen to you if you whine over yourself and frustrate about things that you can actually do something about. You may not get what you want right away, but hey, why not start with small steps instead of whining? Sabi nga nila "Kung may problema ka, daanan mo lang, 'wag mong tambayan" cause if you let yourself stuck in it, nothing will happen. It will just consume you. You'll get depressed and what? NOTHING. Let your frustrations be your driving force for you to actually want more what you already want so bad, for you to strive harder and work on achieving it! A lazy ass and too much self-pity won't do any good.


*Views on LOVE and RELATIONSHIP from someone who's less-experienced among anyone I know, ME. May I just say that I had my fair share on hello's, take care's, I miss you's and goodbye's as much as anyone else. (Still) Not being in a "committed" relationship with anyone at this point doesn't make me less knowledgeable. I might have to admit I'm a noob on the "physical intimacy" part, experience-wise, but emotionally and intellectually, I think I'm as experienced as everybody else.


I realized A LOT on this subject to be honest. I don't know if I could actually write everything that I have babbled to myself this morning. It actually surprised me to have realized these things at this point in time. I have been in a rough situation this past year. I was badly hurt, broken and impaired for quite sometime. And just now, it hit me. What happened. Why it happened. What did I do about it. And with a saner mind, and without unnecessary residual emotions anymore, I have realized my faults and the reasons behind them. I ponder on the things that hurt me. The person who inflicted it. And what it made me today. And I came to a point of actually being grateful that it happenED. That it ended earlier than I expected. It's really not what I thought it was: "giving-up" and "getting fed up". It was actually a matter of who first realized the impossibility of the situation, and unfortunately it's not me.


There are many factors in a good and working relationship. Each factor SHOULD be present to actually make it work, or at least make it last longer (or even forever). It depends on the person on how s/he weighs each factor for him/her to be efficient in a relationship and to be able to make it last. One of the factors is physical intimacy. I now realized, that it would be (and it is) NEARLY impossible to make a relationship last without physical intimacy. Without having experience to be with that person. To even not seeing the person in flesh. Leaving everything to imagination isn't that effective in the long run. Wanting to be with each other is not enough. You actually have to be with each other. I believe he realized this just earlier than I did. Maybe because THAT factor doesn't matter to me that much, as it is to him. Thinking that if "the situation" is still "on" now, I probably would have realized the same thing anyway. So, I'm grateful it ended already.


And among these realizations, I have considered the factor that matters to me A LOT before getting involved in a committed relationship, sense of  SECURITY. I think this was holding me back all along.  I am a passive individual. I don't share that much of myself to anyone else. I'm an introvert. Yes, I'm not a risk-taker. I follow the rules too much. I'm afraid of consequences. I'm afraid of getting hurt. And that's probably the reason why I don't find security with anyone that I have encountered in my life, romantically speaking. Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of commitment. I actually believe (and I know so) that I am one committed and loyal person (I MEAN IT). It's just that I couldn't give in to it just like that. Because I know myself when I commit, I am in it for the long run. I usually won't risk if there are uncertainties. But then I realized, THERE WILL ALWAYS BE UNCERTAINTIES. You can't get rid of it. No one can say that s/he will not hurt you, or leave you, or make you cry, because eventually at some point, s/he will whether s/he like it or not.  Either way, risking or not risking, you'll get hurt anyway. Being cautious is not bad, too much of it is not bad either. It just hinders you from discovering amazing things in yourself and in life.


*It takes "time" to be OKAY. I mastered this one very well. The "time" there is not constant BTW. Fuck the "three-month rule" or whatever imaginary rule there is. No one can tell anyone that s/he'll be okay after a week, or 3 months, or years. It varies on the person's own "healing period", the convalescence. Yes, I am thinking about health, illness and recovery. This is emotional health anyway, so yeah. In this healing period there will be ups and downs. Don't expect it to be one-way and easy, cause it's definitely not. You may say you're ALREADY OKAY many times in the course, but I bet most of the time that you said it, you're lying. Yes, you might feel a bit better than before but forcing yourself to be okay will slap you right back in the face with relapses and flashbacks when you least expect it. Experiencing these makes you think that it's better to suppress everything! I tell you, it's just a temporary get away. And I personally believe that suppression is a backstabber defense mechanism of all time! Face it. Acknowledging your feelings and moving forward WITH it and NOT THROUGH it is the key. YES, It will be difficult living everyday with the memories that hurt you, but eventually, ACCEPTANCE will make you grateful it happened and has made you a better person today. So don't rush it. Nothing great is ever achieved that easy. 


*I am my HAPPY THOUGHTS. Realization: Happiness is indeed a choice. One's happiness is not attached to a person. I once believed the opposite, but it proved me wrong. A person won't ALWAYS make you happy. Instead, I'mma call it a HAPPY PHASE. Phases end. And that's it. Happy thoughts don't end. You might feel that you lost it somehow, but it's not. It's in you. It's always been in you. You are your own happy thoughts. 


*PRAYER is not powerful without FAITH. Your problems might be big, but GOD is a million times BIGGER. Need I say more?



January 4, 2012: Rainy Days


I woke up damn early again today. I was out for a jog around 5:30 AM. Yeah yeah, I was trying to shed off the Holiday pounds I gained. And man I am badass serious when I say I gained A LOT. Well, I'm not weighing myself (and I don't want to) but the feeling of being so bloated and uncomfortable confirms the weight gain. You know you can't blame me because admit it or not, holiday foods are just too difficult to resist. Ergo, I am blaming the food instead! Curse you delicious foods for getting inside my mouth, for being ridiculously delicious and for being a backstabber bitch by over-staying in my belly! GTFO! hahaha. ANYWAAAAAAY. Enough of the weight talk. So yeah I jogged about 45 minutes around the park in our subdivision, alone. It was a bit scary cause it's still friggin' dark so I brought a small flash light with me. I am planning to hit an hour but something made me go back home earlier than planned. (or maybe I got tired already. haha). And as I got inside the house, it started raining! Just my luck! :)


Oh Oh Oh! And today I received something in the mail from mileeees awaaaay! And guess where it came from? KOREA baby! The postcard from Dae Lee just arrived after the long wait (naahh. it's really not that long. I am exaggerating lol). I blogged about it here and yes, it is still related to the rain (thus the blog title).


Here's a preview of the postcard! 



By the way, I started answering nursing questions again. Plainly out of boredom. I downloaded this NCLEX reviewer Apple app and gave it a try. 50 questions in 27 friggin' minutes?! What the hell happened to me? Back when I was still reviewing for the boards, I could finish a hundred in 30 minutes or less! Dayum! Brain needs a little stimulation! tsk tsk. I'm blaming the rain for this. The cozy cold weather and atmosphere absolutely made the blood circulation in my brain sluggish. Thus, I only answered half of it correctly! lol. 


So my motto for the day is: When all else fails, blame the rain. YES? :)


PS: I just realized that my morning jog went to waste because mum cooked spaghetti for dinner and I gave in again! HAHA. Plus, rainy and cozy days idiosyncratically increases my appetite. Forgive meeeee! (And I'm still blaming the rain for this! HAHA)

January 3, 2012: Back on the nursing track!

Am an early riser today! Woke up at 5 and went out to, well, start my year right. Went south bound and submitted my requirements to 2 tertiary hospitals. I kinda got fed up with this routine last year after my 3-month training at Air Force. But this time, I ain't giving up. I know I have been thinking lately of shifting to another field for the meantime and ditch the nursing path. I am still considering it though. But I told to myself that if ever I will find the guts to do that, I would only do something that I AM IN LOVE WITH. Which is somewhere in the field of arts, entertainment, music, media, fashion, journalism and the like. Oh yes, these are JUST a few of my frustrations in life. FYI: Masscom was my 3rd choice of course when I was in college (next to Nursing and Physical Therapy). If only PLM offers Photography or Conservatory of Music, they most likely might have won me over!


But last night, I realized that I still want to pursue the profession I have chosen. Yeah, it gets tougher every year cause technically, the number of (unemployed) nurses in the country is insanely increasing while the number of job offers, in a hospital setting that is, is unfortunately heading the other way around. I guess it's still "survival of the fittest" after all. 


Yes, I'm keeping my fingers cross this time. Hopefully praying for a callback this month. Simultaneously, I will follow up my applications to past hospitals that I have submitted my requirements to last year. Here's to the fighting spirit! 


If there's one thing that I would really want this year, it is to land a job (and hopefully still in the field of my profession) with proper compensation and benefits. Yes I am fed up with what they call "training" which is roughly a very cliche' euphemism of EXPLOITATION.


So for now, all that's left to do is wait, hope and pray. I know something good awaits me this year. I just have to believe. Like what they usually say, "It's the law of attraction!"


I WILL BECOME A NURSE THIS YEAR. I WILL BECOME A PROPERLY COMPENSATED PROFESSIONAL NURSE and I'm sticking to it! I shit you not! :)



For now, here's a picture of me in white uniform back when I was still in hospital "training" (Law of attraction, baby! hihi). Nothing beats a genuine smile of a tired, exploited BUT happy nurse! :D

January 1, 2012: Grateful and Happy


Despite being incomplete, ‘cause Dad’s at work overseas, we still managed to enjoy, celebrate and welcome 2012 with a blast. Woke up late from NYE’s craziness. Hello 2012. Everyone’s still asleep at 11 am. And that gave me an alone and quiet time to reflect. It’s a new year. Time flies so darn fast. 2011 has been a crazy roller coaster ride for me. Bittersweet, indeed. I AM HAPPY. I am actually, GENUINELY, happy. I mean, for the past year, I’ve been saying this to myself endlessly, probably only because of defense mechanism. But this time, it’s with full honesty. Bullshit-proof. I guess this year, I’d stay away from bullshits, and what would be a better way than to start it off with myself? Yes? :)

Hello 2012, I’m Nad and I will own you like the badass I originally was. I’m all glued up together and finally repaired this time. This year’s going to be all about risk taking. Fuck “what if’s”. Everyone’s going to get hurt anyway, so yeah. Let’s do this!

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(NYE. a photo of me smiling before the 2011 ends. I’m happy and grateful that I got my smile back.)

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