I woke up late. The alarm clock routine didn't work quite well. I planned on waking up at 6 AM to read that book I rediscovered, Highland Velvet, buuuuut, the old 5-minutes-na-lang happened and haunted my morning. I had a fine day, almost all smiles. Kakataos ko lang mag-gawa ng Melon Juice with lots of milk. Yuhum.
We first went to Callospa. Trish and I had body scrubs and body massages while Mom got Body scrub, body massage, ear candling and Ventosa. Lucky Mom. Ang saya that time, I even wondered why I wasn't fond of my Mom the night before. My realization? My mother was a morning person. And at night, she's kind of used up and she's not in the mood anymore. Oh well.
The first service was the scrub. I have one question, are all the spa-people who work on us female? I can't imagine a male touching my body. Every inch of it. :| Shivers. Maybe when I'm married, my husband can do that. But at a spa? A male? No thank you. And my Mom wouldn't be too happy either, if I guess right. I felt really clean after the scrub. Yung hihigaan mukhang nasa operating room, I couldn't help but feel na parang I'm giving birth. =)) But the girl was really good. Hey, wait, so the females do the same thing to the male? Huh. That doesn't really sound right but what the heck. It's better than seeing a male touch another male. Every. Single. Inch. Of. His. Body.
Then I had to go to the upper floor to have the massage, the first people I saw were this couple going to the jacuzzi. Tapos pagtaas ko sa 2nd floor, I found out that I can see them and maybe they can see me too if I stand up. And I'm naked! I got afraid. :| Hahaha, lumayo ako dun sa salamin. HOWEVER, being in a spa, the worse can happen. The girl was massaging my right leg when I heard two people coming. Hindi ko nakikita kasi nakaharap yung ulo ko sa kabilang direction, I found out that there really were people when I heard them. Err, a guy and a girl sa my naked ass. Haha. :|
I got two envelopes. Trish got two envelopes. And in total we had 12. :* Mom had too many treatments, and for every move, you get an envelope. It's for the tip, and 12 envelopes? Ha. :D And anyway, Mom took too long so I chilled by the pool till two girls who apparently rented the place with their group arrived and I had to leave the very comfy chair I occupied. I had to go to the monoblock chair under the tree with long vines. Grr, sana nakipakaibigan ako. AND OH BOY DROOL, some hot guy came! Like, MY type of guy. I think I have a new crush. His name's Mike or Mark, who cares, he's old. He's probably in college and he was with the girls. He's the epitome of my dream face :"> Blush. Enough, the guy's not tall. Bye, bye, not tall person. But still, he is sizzling. Kadiri, ang pangit ko pakinggan. Haha! CUTE guy, and Trish didn't even notice the guy? My sister is a chopping board.
Dapat magpapadentist ako after, pero sabi ni Mommy baka daw hindi na kami umabot. That's when I started being really pissed. How were we supposed to know if we don't even try? And ugh, I HAD to go, we already had an arrangement! Ang sakit na ng loose wire and detached bracket. I had a frown on my face, which I delberately tried to hide of course. I decided to be hostlie when we went to get pandesal. :) Next stop, Pinto Art Gallery!
We went there, walang tao. It was locked. We asked the people and found out that it was in Silangan for now.
Mom: Saan ang Silangan?
B & T: East.
Mom: Sa left, o right, Ver?
T: Ma, sa right po.
M: Paano mo nalaman?
T: Kasi tayo ay Timog-Silangang Asya e nandito tayo sa part na to kaya East yan. Right.
M: Sira, pangalan ng building yung SILANGAN. =))
And we had to turn left. WHAT we saw was completely not what we expected. The person who greeted us was not the best looking guy I've ever seen. I could sense my Mom was having second thoughts, he looked like Dad's pintor. :| But I loved his space, I mean, it was big and open! I wish I had one at home. There were 3 other painters, but one was out today. I LOVED THEIR WORK. Abstract, impressionism, transparency, all about oil! I can't describe the awe I felt. It was...superb. They weren't like the masters, but they were master-y. I can't begin describing it, and I can't end being amazed by it. Pinto Gallery, a real artist's haven. They were so free-spirited and they painted what they felt like painting, the paintings had stories. It wasn't like the ones who are so pretentious and seemily picturesque, it wasn't a painting if it's that. That would be a picture. I feel that a painting should express the artist's individuality and ability to interpret the world with his or her own eyes, not replicate what everyone else sees. The painting must tease the viewer's eyes and exercise their imagination, and not let them take a glance and turn back because they have already saw. There's nothing to understand, there's nothing to interpret, it's a picture. Theirs is the real thing, their feelings are expressed their work and that's what matters. Who cares what the whole world thinks? It was his expression and it doesn't depend on the world, it depends on what was inside him.
They are deceiving, their appearanced are deceiving, but their appearance is not what matters, it's talent, and a stand. They have it. I want to have it. :> But my Dad seemed to think that the expression of angst is not real. He wanted happy paintings from me. I can't blame him, it's what people want, really. But I can't always be happy. I can't be standardized, I'm a human being, and I shall paint what I feel. NOT, certainly not, what others want me too. I am my own, and I will paint my own.
I am SO excited. I'm going there again tomorrow. And the dentist, finally. Oh wait, I shall bring my paintings too. Pero mukha pa din silang pintor ni Daddy. HAHAHA!
THEN, we went to National. And, being my vain self, nanalamin ako sa glass walls slash windows, little did I know that my mom and my sister were watching me from the car. ASSES. Haha!
My Mom is beside me now, and I'm shy to continue writing. HIHI.
I have a new idol, BebePham. Here's the story: I was looking at my Who's Viewed Me page (Multiply) and I saw this girl, BebePham. I looked at her page, I guessed she was a model, but I didn't think of her highly. She was kind of ordinary looking face-wise and I've never heard of her. Her photos were nice, but I thought she was some amateur model or whatever. Little did I know that she was a Vietnamese actress and model. I found out when I saw her site. Haha! She's been on endless photoshoots and Magazine covers both in Vietnam and international magazines. She's part of FTV too. Cool. If you see her photos, you'll be amazed. She's really good and is really pretty in her photos. Mae, let's love BebePham more! X)
I LOVE THIS DAY.
<3, BEE
