This time I saw why: She was shaving her legs. This does not make the scary blob on the frosted shower dividers less unsavory -- it just explains things.
And this time, I squeezed the shampoo suds out of my hair and got creative.
On my way home from the US, my last stop was Hong Kong. The airport shops were still closed when I got in so I just headed to the Cathay Pacific Lounge to shower off the last 12 hours and to grab a decent breakfast. I was deciding between fruits and the ham & cheese croissant (the carbs won BTW) when I noticed a figure standing beside me, someone I assumed was immersed in the same dilema. I glanced sideways for half a second before plunging into bridled giddiness. It was JAZA! OMG! OMG! OMG! The world can swoon over Brad Pitt, Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom, Matthew McConaughey or (insert current flavor of the month here). Jaime Augusto Zobel de Ayala (and Keanu Reeves) ... mine.
Squeaky clean looks, Harvard education, impeccable manners, sexy prematurely graying hair. I also love the way he pronounces the "z" in Rizal with a "th". Even if he was only worth 1 billion PESOS instead of his actual 1 billion DOLLARS, I would still have a crush on the man -- that's how devoted I am!
Too repressed and ill-trained at being a groupie, I expressed my fanatical admiration by rushing to use the airplane lavatory after he did. Stale cabin air never smelled so good.
ROLLING STONE 002: THE ULTIMATE SOLUTION TO SPEEDING
On my first week-end in the US, my older sister and I decided to leave the 'burbs and drive around Chicago. Thirty minutes into our trip, we saw a car smash into the highway railing. Again on the highway, we witnessed an accident involving a vehicle and a road worker. Then along Lake Shore Drive, overlooking Lake Michigan, we were almost hit by a bumper that flew from a 2-car collision at a tiny intersection. In all instances, people were just driving too fast.
Roving yosi/sampaguita/newspaper vendors, batya-sized potholes, MMDA U-turn slots every 500 meters, jeepneys/buses stopping in the middle of the road -- that's all the world needs to curb road speeding.
The ladies' shower room in the gym I frequent have partitions made of frosted glass. When wet, it gives one a defined silhouette of the person in the next stall. Accepting of the various shapes and sizes of the female form and not particularly modest, I never had a problem with the set-up. Until today.
As I stepped into the enclosure this morning, I was jolted by the sight of someone's ass pressed against the glass. The lady in the next stall had bent down and rested her backside againt the dividers. I stood there for half a minute waiting for a sign of movement -- but no such luck.
I stepped out and waited for the next available stall. I could not handle someone mooning me so early in the morning.
