With a bullet in the chest you cannot run

All week, I’ve been bugging my friends to go see a movie with me today. I’m sure we won’t have this much free time after this weekend and I thought I’d take this rare opportunity to go out. In the end, only Glaiza and Maricris came with me and Kristel supposedly, but then at the last minute she said she had to go to a cousin’s house.

My dad screamed at me before I left the house. I was wearing my purple Krishna tank top and I went to the bathroom to get my concealer. I didn’t think of throwing on a jacket to cover myself–stupid, stupid. Anyway, my dad saw me and what I was wearing and he totally freaked. As in freaked. The way he reacted, you think I’d decided to go to the mall in a bra top and short shorts! But me wearing tank tops is kind of like me in a bra top and short shorts to him. Anyway, he was sooooo pissed and when he’s all screaming like that, you can’t argue unless you don’t plan to see twenty. So I had no choice but to change my clothes.

Jesus Christ, he is so conservative! No, he’s beyond conservative, and if there’s a word for that could someone please tell me. I know a lot of people who wear clothes that are a thousand times more revealing than mine. And mine was actually the conservative kind of tank top–it wasn’t very tight, my navel doesn’t show when I lift my arms up and there was absolutely no cleavage. My dad’s unreasonable outburst put me into a bad mood. As I was looking through my closet for the top I decided to wear, all sorts of arguments went through my head. It’s not like anyone in the mall is gonna grab me and screw me right then and there. Practically all teenagers wear tank tops at the mall; it’s a common sight. And the security guards there are as paranoid as my father so as long as I don’t go walking on the streets by myself–something I never do–I’ll be safe. And my mental debate with my dad went on and on until I finally reached the mall and met up with my friends.

You know, there’s something about being around people (strangers, not the people I see everyday at school) that perks me up. I don’t know why. I guess it’s because their anonymity is intriguing. What I do sometimes, is play a little game with myself. I stare at a certain girl or guy and memorize his/her face. Then I imagine what it would be like to be his/her friend. What would we do, where would we go, what kind of stuff would we talk about. That’s why I’m often lost in thought with these little mental games; sometimes I don’t even realize that people are talking to me unless they call my name twice or thrice.

Anyway, about the interesting things that happened to me. Actually, it wasn’t that very interesting; we did the usual stuff. Had our picture taken, went window shopping. Oh, and then Glaiza ran into a guy friend of her’s called Red. He’s this really tall, skinny, dark guy in um, pigtails. Yup, that’s right, pigtails. He wears his hair like most guys, but the thing is, he put his bangs into pigtails and gelled it so it would look like there were horns sticking out of his head. How very…original. Some people wear things that make them stand out and they look good in it. But he just looked stupid. Anyway, that Red dude and his friends kept following us wherever we damn went. As in wherever. We went to U (a girly store) and he was sitting there with his friends. We ate at Wendy’s and he and his friends bought ice cream and sat at a table not too far away. It was so obvious and I pointed this out to Glaiza. She just laughed it away and said that he and his friends were really like that.

“Well geez, if they want to hang out with us, all they have to do is ask. They don’t have to go through all the trouble stalking us at the mall,” I remarked. I hate shy guys. I don’t know why…I guess it’s cos they’re not really much fun, you know, acting all shy. All they do is look at you, but they never talk to you. That’s not very exciting, is it?

Then we heard a rumor from someone in school that there was a gang fight going on somewhere in G2 (opposite wing of G4). Upon my insistence, we all headed there, because I desperately wanted to see how these gang fights work. When we got there however, there wasn’t any fight and I was severely disappointed. I thought today would be the first time I’d see my first gang war..oh well. These fraternities appall me and at the same time they’re really intriuging. I guess for one day I could stop being a preppie chick and try to befriend Glyka’s friends…then again I can’t imagine myself acting like them.

Planet of the Apes was an interesting movie, but if you don’t like the way monkeys look then I don’t recommend it to you. The apes looked rather disgusting, to be frank. I was appalled by their very flat noses and their sharp teeth and the way they roared when they’re angry. It’s just a movie though, but wouldn’t it be freaky if humans were the slaves of the apes? I’d really hate to be anyone’s slave..to have to answer to someone all the time must really suck.

So that was basically how I spent my Saturday afternoon, out there in a world where guys beat up each other to prove their masculinity and where girls think that those kind of guys are real cool.