blairbitch (sardonique) wrote, @ 2007-06-25 02:50:00

in exchange for...


I finally got to the Mall of Asia last Saturday. Kamusta naman, ngayon lang? It's too far for me to go to just to hang out or watch a movie on a procrastination/free day. But since papa's going for some business stuff, my sister and I tagged along. I wanted to explore the place. But my sister saw the ice skating rink and wanted to skate. I kept my mouth shut. I wasn't up for ice skating because the last time I did (in Mega mall years ago), I fell on my butt and it hurt for an hour or two. Imagine falling on your butt or on your face with a lot of people watching! gawd.

 

I was able to stall by convincing my sister and our father to explore the place first. So we did. I felt like we were just going in circles and not really getting to explore the whole place. We soon got tired of walking around, and went back to the skating rink. It was inevitable, my facing my fear of falling on my butt in front of a lot of people. My sister said she'd feel silly going out there alone (well, not really alone since there were almost 50 or more other people in it), and Papa won't go. I pretty much had no choice. So I went skating with her, feeling nervous as I laced up my skates.

 

 

Then we were on the ice! It felt ok, since I'd initially thought I'd go skidding down as soon as I stepped on the ice. We skated for an hour, and I didn't fall--we both didn't! yey!haha. Befor the hour ended, my hands were already a bit too cold for me to be able to text in my usual speed (duh, that's what staying on top of ice for almost an hour with only a cotton shirt and jeans on does to you.), and my feet hurt after. But it was hella fun). Wanna do it again!

 

Oh, at the end of our long day, all I could think of was a list of “Some ways to kill your feet”:

-explore the Mall of Asia

-go ice skating for an hour in skates that pinch your toes, ankles, etc.

-go walk some more after that

-then go to Mega mall and walk its length back and forth till you get grumpy from fatigue and hunger.

Haha.

I was going to go to Pampanga for the weekend to perform in an Aeta village (with the performing group I belong to) to reach out and bring our kind of music to our brothers and sisters who are seemingly forgotten by the modern, busy world. I was planning on going without telling my father because I know he would say 'no' anyway if I asked (bad, I know, but that's how bad I wanted to come). But I walked away from the gig and gave up my slot when I couldn't contact my mom to ask for her permission (I'm asking her because I know she'd let me go, hehe) during rehearsal, and I also thought about my still pretty messy and busy acads sched, etc.

So, doing what I'm supposed to do as a good daughter and student, I didn't go.  I was going to dop all my school work during the weekend. But I went mall hopping instead. Well, at least I did it with my family and I didn't have to lie to my father. I'm a bit sorry I didn't get to go to Pampanga--those who were there reported that the Pampanga audience were great as always--but I’m glad I went out of the house (even if it meant almost killing my feet. haha).