2007-03-02
Ow.
If my life were a Disney teeny bopper movie, today would've been the bit of the movie where High School Student realizes her life is a nightmare.
We'll fastforward and skip the actually-depressing-and-non-superficial-problems-I-faced-that-actually-made-my-day-suck, and move on to the Lindsay Lohan Movie moment.
I slipped down a whole flight of stairs today, right into the unfortunate receiving face of an acquaintance, Khang Chiang. I don't really know how, or remember much, except the gaping horror on his face, my flying muffin (which I was holding in my hand), and the horrible crash in which my other belongings got acquainted with gravity.
I think I gave my darling audience and upskirt view too. ):
While he picked up my stuff, I tried to spring up as though nothing happened and assure him I was perfectly okay. I mean, Ego first, bruises later.
But I gotta say - he's one heck of a nice guy. He sat me down to check for injuries, and rubbed my muffin on my knee with a comic look of inquiry. Through the half-laughter-half-grimace, I could almost feel my ego heal. Almost.
Because at that point in time, Yawen came RUNNING towards me yelling "OH MY GOD, CHARMAINE! I SAW THE WHOLE THING! ARE YOU OKAY??!"
I mean, I appreciate her concern, I really do.
Really.
THEN, a flock of my seniors came hurrying over to check if I was for real.
So all in all, about 20 or so persons, bystanders included, witnessed and were completely awed by my graceful descent.
But if I had to shelve my Ms Universe dreams and my very big ego, I suppose embarrassment in a teenager's world is really quite overrated.
People are mostly sympathetic and caring, aren't they? I like to think it's because everybody has a Charmaine moment once in a while.
nothing ever happens at 8:15 p.m.