As my body transends through this portal of life

After an uneventful session at Spanish class this morning, I made my way to Carl’s Jr. to meet up with Maricris and Glyka for lunch. G4 was semi-crowded, the way it always is during the weekend and on Fridays. The size of the crowd made me feel rather small and insignificant, as I didn’t wear any heels today. I really hate my height sometimes. I know that I look somewhat attractive, which pretty much makes up for my height (or lack, thereof). But jeez, it wouldn’t kill God if He added an inch or two to my spine and with that, a bit of confidence to my self-esteem, would it?

After a lunch of a chicken burger and crisscut fries, we still had an hour to kill before Rush Hour 2 started. So we went to chill at the balcony area of Starbucks where there was a cool breeze and a pretty good view of the Ayala area. My friends hated the jazzy music, but it gave the place a cafe-ish touch. I knew that without the music, Starbucks wouldn’t be Starbucks. The lack of action bored us after awhile so we decided to go to the girls’ room. As we were walking away from Starbucks, I heard Glyka exclaim, “Lauryn, what’s that on your pants?!” At first, I thought that my napkin had leaked, which is the worst thing that could happen to you at the mall (if you are a girl, that is). But when I turned around to inspect the damage, I saw that there was a huge piece of gray, chewed-up wad of gum stuck behind my jeans, which is the second worst thing that could happen to anyone anywhere! I ran like mad to the ladies room, feeling very very embarassed and prayed like hell no one else had seen that. It took us awhile but we managed to get most of the gum off my pants. I was very, very disgusted because it chilled me to think that I was touching an object that has been chewed up by some unrefined, white-trash jerk! I mean, the gum probably absorbed his saliva, for godsakes. And I had actually touched it! It was really, really gross and I couldn’t stop thinking of that as I gingerly pulled at the gum. I cannot believe some people actually don’t know how to dispose of their gum properly! Or maybe they do know but they just felt like putting it on a chair to irritate and horrify some unsuspecting, very feminine girl who hates icky things like myself. It was appalling to think that anyone could sink that low. How I wish that the Philippines had some anti-chewing gum laws like Singapore! But most of the Filipinos can’t even dispose of their trash properly, so what makes me think that some silly law made by our corrupt government aganist chewing gum make those squatters stop chewing gum and sticking them on places where people can get it on their clothes? I don’t know.

Chewed-up gum that gets stuck on your pants may be really disgusting, but Daniel Johns will always look like a Greek god to me.

We got into the cinema two minutes before Rush Hour 2 started, leaving us with lousy seats at the left side. But still, that didn’t prevent me from enjoying the movie. It was so funny! Not vulgar kind of funny, the kind of comedy a lot of people don’t like, but it was the funny kind of funny. I absolutely died laughing, especially in the end. You should go watch it.

When the movie was over, we headed off to the Landmark to buy some stuff we would need for the retreat on Monday because that was why we planned to come today. I only needed a small bottle of body wash and a scrub but to my surprise, my friends bought enough to fill a basket! Ah well, I always travel light. And then I bought underwear and it really pissed me off that all the black bras save one were padded or had lace on it. I don’t like lacey underwear because it makes me feel like a gate, and I certainly don’t need any more padding because my breasts are big enough, thank you very much. I tried the unpadded, unlaced black bra on and it fit perfectly and felt good, kinda like silk. But when I checked the price, the damn thing cost $25! Triumph bras cost around $4 or $5 here and $25 for a bra was pretty damn expensive. I could buy myself a pair of jeans with that. After awhile I found another one which was not padded and not lacey. It didn’t look as good as the other one but at least it felt all right.

I really can’t wait for silverchair’s new album to come out! I swear, all hell will break lose if they don’t perform here in Metro Manila.