Thursday, September 23, 2004

I wish I were Sassy, but no, not like our dog!

When I was in the first year at the university, my cute, fashionable, Chinese looking crush chose a pretty, normal, sassy girlfriend who wore make-up and chick clothes, showed her teeth a lot and who, was pretty confident laughing around with boys (proof: she held hands with maybe 75% of the guys she talked to). Most girls were like her though, and somehow, I almost always got invited to their company but only once (or twice?) did I go, feeling weird and out, and pretty allergic with one beer shot or whatever that wine was called. I preferred hanging out with two girls who used curlers on their hair and two more, who, like myself, collected Sanrio and other Gift Gate accessories that looked out of tune with our Lee or Levis shirts, denim jeans, and happy feet sandals. My hair by the way, was long, parted in the middle, with two tiny braids on each side of my temple tied on the ends by Little Twinstars. Well, I was prude and maybe, not so normal. The day I knew my crush and that girl was on, I hung up a poster in our wall that said, “Normal is boring,” to remind myself that I was special and that girl was not.

I had a lot of friends, but they’re not the cool ones that enrolled in tennis or swimming P.E. classes, jammed up their acoustic guitars, smoked in the lobby, hang around the campus after class hours and knew how Carlos Primero tasted, and maybe knew more stuff. My gang of five naïve-looking girls, and sometimes a few good boys, went out to buy books, ate dimsum, splurged on shakes, or rode crazy bump cars. That was more fun for us than partying with alcohol and smoke!

Yes, I wasn’t mainstream. I though my friendships were nice but not that stimulating. My thoughts were profound and complicated, but I’ve managed to keep them in the safe level.

Sometime later, I grew tired of people noticing my cute braids, disposed of my sanrios, and started wearing boots that went well with my tightly fitting jeans but still not-girly looking shirts. Yes, sexy was still wasn’t me, but I learned that I can laugh easy, smile more, greet the guys first, and somehow, make some guitar bearing boys standby at the door for me after class hours, bearing the normal friendship niceties. Do I need say they’re fun?

I mellowed down over the years or I thought so, but maybe not, because I got myself a cute, nerdy looking guy fully convertible into an algebraic machine.

I didn’t at all become chick and sassy and can’t for the life of me become one. Don’t get me wrong. I may cringe at the thought of wearing tube tops, strappy halters, minis, shampoo-commercial hairstyle and crimson red manicures, but I know how to appreciate them on others. I have my statement that’s very me and quite normal. I like RL and Lacoste bags but I’d pretty much don a nice cheap bag as well. I’d drool over stylish heels from Bass, Nine West and clothes from Anne Taylor or Prada, but I can strut around Mega or Shangrila Malls comfortably in strappy slippers, age faded capris and casual t-shirts, Giordano or unnamed.
I’m not even updated with gadgets, and don’t really know what’s cool about iPods, but my husband gave me a nice Nokia with camera. That was because everybody else wanted me to junk my old cellphone, which unfortunately, landed on one of my kids. Well, I can pretty much operate the computer, and the yahoo messenger.

I wish I were more Sassy and stylish to the point of normal, though. However, to this day, I have never seen Sex and the City, not even Friends, and the only thing I really enjoy watching, still not always, in the afternoons is A Girl named Raven.

By the way, what in the world is IPL and mesotheraphy?

BING L. HERNANDO slept soundly at 9/23/2004 05:41:00 PM