In My Mind

I find it really hard to document my Aklan adventure, which is why I’m skipping it for some other things.

Let me start with shampoos. When I was young I thought shampoos are universal — men, women, children can use the same brand for as long as it smells good and it creates suds. However, as time passed, shampoo makers started to formulate varieties for men and women, and they seemed too strict about the classification. I was taking a shower in Ivan’s bathroom not realizing that I forgot to bring my own shampoo. I quickly looked for shampoos and was able to reach for a bottle of Clear for men. Being a fan of scents, I smelled some amount on my palm and fell in love with it. I applied it to my hair and let it linger for ten minutes. The smell is captivating and it lasted long.

So it got me baffled: will Clear for men have a funny effect on me? I fully understand that it was formulated based on men’s scalp, but how does it differ from women’s? I am seriously thinking on switching to Clear for men, just because it smells darn good.

And I haven’t even blogged about Herbal Essences, which, if I’m not mistaken, is now owned by Procter and Gamble. I was so tempted to buy a bottle at Watson’s, but I knew that I should not. It’s ridiculously expensive for someone whose funds are limited. So I’m thinking of switching to Clear for men… if, in a few days, it doesn’t make my hair fall, or whatever.

You know those horizontal rough white lines which are being applied on highways nowadays? I must say that whoever invented it is an absolute genius. Whether it’s for speed control or to perk drivers up, it’s just amusing. I’d like to have a driver run on those lines over and over again. The vibrating effect is addictive.

As expected, I am pursuing my employment after an amazing vacation. Further information is classified. But I have three options.

My photos didn’t win but it’s okay. At least I had a fair share of fame when my photos with my watermark were displayed in Robinson’s Town Mall. I won’t be blatantly bitter about it just because my pride as a photographer has devoured me. Nope. I’m far from being a pro to do that. But I thought of that, so…

I haven’t seen the Bui Dois (an exclusive peer name of people who are overly formal and organized) in ages. They owe me a bag of chips.