angkinabuhi

Sometimes, we take people for granted. Those people who are important to us, whom we care about. But there are reasons why these things happen. There are stories unrevealed why our immaturity comes in and why we tend to ignore their importance.

When my father left us years ago, it was as if the whole world was against me. He abandoned us and I blamed God for that. Why is life so unfair when everything you dreamed of, when all things you aspire would vanish with just one stupid mistake? I felt so left out and so alone when he turned his back on us. A once happy family was ruined by one filthy girl who tempted my father. I was betrayed. I questioned the world and ended up questioning God. Why do things have to be destroyed when all you ever do is try to build and protect it? When all you ever care about disappears? Why do people you care so much and value the most seem to fade when you've done all you can to keep them? When you've done everything they ask from you just to let them stay? Is it difficult to keep what one has promised?

I tried putting my life back. I tried living life according to what was right and tried becoming a good daughter, a good sister, a good girl. Being left out was difficult to bear. I never wanted that to happen. I don't want to lose someone I care so much about again, like loosing the only man I've loved in my entire life. But my imperfections try to come in my way. The harder I try to become perfect, the imperfect I become.

I have met people whom I considered as important, a few stayed but a couple of them left. People come and go; we meet new ones and make them a part of our lives. We make them significant beings in our present lives. But there are circumstances when we are unable to appreciate them. Why? Fear is one of the reasons that prompt us to ignore them- fear of being left out, of being alone. That investing our time on them might be of waste when in the end they would only leave us. We are taken over by our stubbornness, by our selfishness. And we realize that's its too late, when the ones we care about would tell us straight to our face that we've hurt them. That we have taken them for granted. It's a painful truth that one has to face when the ones we love are tired of trying to understand our stubbornness. We do want to keep them but at the back of our minds, we question their sincerity; that having them around doesn't mean we can keep them forever. We question their trust, their vow to stay… Not minding how they feel at all. At the end of the day we end up loosing ourselves and loosing the ones we love.

I ended up like that. My past became a painful reflection of who I've become. It’s a hurtful truth that keeps haunting me. Blaming the world doesn’t help. Questioning God isn’t the answer to this painful reality.
Mike Murdock’s theory of recognition states that, “everything you need is already in your life merely awaiting your recognition of it.”
We need not to find what is missing. We need not to search for what we don't have. Everything else in this world needs time to be acknowledged and appreciated. The people around us, even if they might have left or stayed, are worth investing our time with. Don’t ever miss that chance to express your gratefulness. Never take them for granted. You wouldn't want to loose everything you have. You wouldn't want to end up like me, alone and gray...

My sister has been eagerly asking me to have her face fixed. I mean get a good scrub, peel off the blackheads and all that…
It was nine in the morning and I was off to the city for some fun. I told April that I’ll meet her at Crown Regency by 2:30 or earlier to grant her long awaited wish for a facial spa. She was astonishingly surprised when I said that. She waited for a month I guess to finally experience one chance of vanity. Her face brightened with a big grin as I said goodbye and promised to be early.
As I was on my way, I was delighted by how my sister reacted. It’s been a long time since we spent time together after a big fight. And I realized how much I missed her. How much I miss our times together when all we do is laugh and shop and have fun!! Well, it’s going to be one fine day for us.
To my surprise, we were both early. It would be shameful if we wouldn’t since this friend of mine, by the name of zenith who invited us for a free facial spa, is quite time conscious. We might miss that one chance to get our face cleaned. I couldn’t help but notice my sister’s excitement as we hopped in the elevator. We were just staring at each other and chuckled. Aside from it’s our first time to have a spa, it’s our first time to bond after two years of not talking to each other. Yes, two years but it seemed like it was only yesterday.
I wonder how that feels when someone else pricks your blackheads and all the dirt on your face. I was a little bit hesitant because I might not last a minute. I don’t really get into these things. I never imagined myself to be in this frightful thing!
I look at it as vanity. Why would someone spend much for that when you can clean your face with soap and water at home and prick your own acne with your bare hands? It’s that easy! But my sister? She was extremely excited.
Off we went to the19th floor with delighted faces and high spirits. Zenith hurried to the front desk and said,” hi I booked for a facial wash for three.” What did she say again? A facial wash for three? Why would anyone want a facial wash at a spa? I tried not to laugh but I couldn’t help it. It was one amusing thing that casted my fear away. All we could do was giggle and laugh our hearts out. Good thing she didn’t say feminine wash. It would be really embarrassing. Her face was so serious as she approached the lady, who wouldn’t laugh at it? Well, I’ve got nothing else to say though. Zip!
She toured us around and we took a few pictures of ourselves for memorabilia. Zenith was kind enough to treat us out. She bought some tickets to a 4d movie and we headed to their nice pool at the edge of the building. It was super cool! We went down their lovely stairs towards PRANA to have our facial spa (a.k.a facial wash). I’m not trying to embarrass Zen; I just can’t help but tease her.
We had a little chitchat and exchange of ideas regarding beauty regimens. As we went inside I was fascinated by what I saw. Three beds at the corner of the building and I can see the whole city. The place is exquisite, so cozy and relaxing. I chose one nice bed near the glass window. Three adorable women in white came inside along with beauty creams and bottles on their hands. I lie in bed and covered myself with that soft white blanket. As Elisa touched my face, I could feel the softness of her hands like touching a newborn baby. She was gentle on me since I told her it’s my first time. I was a little stiff at first. It was as if I was about to have my tooth extracted. But she assured me that I’m in good hands. It’s like being bitten by an ant but rather a couple of them trying to eat your skin out. I might get teary-eyed but it’s normal. One has to sacrifice for the sake of beauty! I get teary-eyed when I prick my own blackheads at home. So I’ll just enjoy it instead. There is nothing to worry about because according to Zen, it’s all natural.
I could smell the fragrance of sweet cucumber all over the room, accompanied by a relaxing music that lightens a heart. She put some cream on my face and wiped it with warm, damped towel. I don’t know what was going on there but I loved the feeling. It was so refreshing and soothing. I was talking and enjoying everything. I tried to loosen up and kept myself still. It’s going to be an hour of beauty pampering at its best. We were talking about anything that comes in mind- from food to celebrities. Elisa would ask me from time to time if I’m doing fine. I would simply answer her with a yes and a smile.
A few minutes later, I can hardly breathe as warm air was blowing on my face. I managed to calm myself down and breathe normally. I couldn’t wait for that thing to get off my face. I might get burned and die of suffocation. How dreadful! (haha) Well it was to open my pores and for dirt to show up. Its part of the routine procedure so that it would be easy to prick all the types of heads found on my face.

I’m really enjoying the treat. We would laugh at each other as Zen was complaining how that one prick hurts. I wasn’t the only person who almost cried, we all did.

Wanna know if I’d try that again? I definitely will. Warm air blowing on my face can’t kill and a “facial wash” for three is a lot of fun.