beingbeaple

Ever since I realized the hair strands (yes they were strands) on my legs were too long and thick and numerous for comfort I have always felt a bit of a feeling resembling animosity towards them. I often dreamed of the time when I would be allowed to laser them off my epidermis. Okay, maybe not laser but wax. Either way, I was ecstatic when I finally convinced my mother that if I wore stockings with my hair situation (for graduation) she allowed me to get rid of them. Yip yap! So as we strolled through Watson’s I picked the cheapest hair removal treatment off the shelf – it turned out to be almost the same thing as the one Lucy Lovering used in Mates, Dates and Inflatable Bras.

The process of using the thing I bought (I’m not mentioning the brand cause celebrities don’t mention brand either!) turned out to be a major pain in the LEGS. It was really messy too with honey-like goop scattered all over. So after waxing three fourths of my left leg with that thing (I don’t know why I shaved the left leg first – when I take a bath I soap the right leg first….. Hmmm….) I gave up, got a shave and shave the rest off. And of course I couldn’t go with a hairless left leg and a hairy right leg so I shaved all the hair off my left leg too.

Sniff, sniff. I miss all the hair. I should have named them. Carly 1st, Carly 2nd, Carly 3rd…. Carly nth. But I never gave them a chance to prove themselves worthy. Waaaaahh.

Anyway, on less shallow topics we had our recollection today. It was a day of tears, laughter and stampede-inducing photo shoots. We watched a lot of really interesting films, documentaries and slides that served as some ‘rude awakening’ for all my batch mates and me. The saddest one, the one which made me saddest anyway, was the picture of a malnourished African child about to be eaten by a vulture. Despite the fact that it won a Pulitzer Prize (I think) it was still so depressing. Very depressing, in fact, that the person who took the shot committed suicide three months after taking that picture – out of depression, they say.

My favorite part of the recollection was the affirmation circle activity. It was organized for a limited number of people only so instead of forming a circle we walked around the whole session hall instead. I swear a lot of people cried, myself included. It was just so tough saying goodbye to these people you’ve known for years; I’ve been in KHS for nine years and it ain’t easy to just hop on a plane and settle down in UP. Everyone was crying, I was saying sorry to my pals over and over and we were just plain emotional. Even when it was time for the next activity, confession, I was still sobbing my heart out.

Ooh. Talk about the devil. I had fun sharing my sins. No, not because I’m sadistic or evil…. It’s just that the priest was really great, giving great advice and encouraging me to reflect deeper. I really had a great time listening to him and I hope he sensed my gratitude. I got confused with his advice though. I mean, I knew I had to do THAT all along but it just never seemed so easy to do. It’s like HERCULEAN. Super duper major.

I still had a great day. I came home with a happy heart – made obvious by my overactive mouth – and I’m really looking forward to college. It’s sad to say goodbye but it’s imperative that we do so. If we don’t we shall never achieve closure and we will be carrying excess baggage for the rest of our lives.

Poof!

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