Kyan's girl

I’ve been into some extraordinary things lately, extraordinary by my standards at least. I have a cousin who is getting married on the 17th to his girlfriend of 10 years. In preparation for my bride’s maid duties, I decided to put-off some weight and grow my hair long, things I haven’t done in years. You see, I love eating. I believe it is one of life’s greatest pleasures. And with “I love eating” I mean “I LOVE EATING”. I want my food good and plenty with all the unwanted fat, oil and calories. On the other hand, I have always kept my hair short. It’s just more manageable and gave me the feeling of being different from the rest of the girls (because it made me look like a boy hehe). I remember there was even a time in college when my hair was shorter than most of my fraternity brods’.

And so with the perseverance and determination of an athlete, I modified my food intake, jogged and went to the gym and went to David’s for just about four times since late last year. Just when I thought losing weight and growing my hair long are big enough sacrifices, things just got a little more complicated and thus I had to do these extraordinary things:

Threading. During Kaye’s (the bride) trial make-up last week, the make-up artist ordered me to have my eyebrows fixed. I have virgin eyebrows, never been shaved, never been plucked. He said his assistant can thread my eyebrows for P150. He also said that it may hurt a little. I hesitated for some time but after thinking the number of times I’ve undergone hospital procedures, I thought it can’t be any more painful than that. But just like any first-time experience, it hurt like hell. I can’t believe I paid P150 to have myself tortured like that. It felt as if the intertwined threads were searing through my skin. Good thing it was done at home. I was able to protest whenever I could. Good thing #2 my eyebrows came out beautifully after that rather painful experience.

Protein Treatment. The stylist also said that he doesn’t want the bride’s maids’ hair all fixed in a do. He said he will just let our hair down to give us a young fresh look. Because of that I and my twinsister, Petite, decided we should do something about our hair since it was all dry. All the while I thought my hair’s going to be tied up so there is no need to make it look good and shiny. Besides, the only thing I do in the parlor is have my hair cut by Robert, my most trusted barbero. And so last Saturday, I had my very first hair treatment at David’s Jupiter. The girls there said that the effect of protein treatment lasts longer than hot oil so we decided on protein treatment. After I had my hair trimmed and treated, I said to myself it looked and felt fabulous. The morning after, I cringe everytime I remember I spent P900 on my hair.

Visit to the Spa. For the bridal shower, my sisters and my cousins decided to get ourselves a massage instead of going to a gay bar or hiring a stripper. At first I thought that it’s too bad because it would have been the rarest occasion that I would get to be in a gay bar. That’s one thing I couldn’t ask my boyfriend to do with me. But then, I love massages. The first time I went to Sonya’s Garden I had their foot and scalp massage. I also don’t mind waiting at David’s because they give back massages whenever clients have to wait. And so I agreed to pay P650 for an hour of Swedish massage and unlimited access to Jacuzzi and sauna at South Spa. The rate is not really bad compared with other spas. Just don’t think that in Galera, you can get a full body massage for P150 from the rough hands of the beach manangs and smell like bico after. We had the bridal shower last night and how I wished I can just go to the spa after a hard day’s work anytime I want.


I justified this seemingly senseless spending by thinking that this is my reward for myself for having been promoted, even if just about everybody else in the office got promoted as well. I’m still thankful for this promotion which makes me the youngest PSO III (i think) at 22 years old..yeah!! At the rate I'm going, I'll be Director IV by the time I'm 30. Dah?! Wereber!

At the end of the day, I think, it’s all worth it. Just don’t expect the cheapskate me to do it again anytime soon.