Friday, April 26, 2002

Pencil Thin

Yesterday morning I was at a meeting for two damn hours on some new technology for my campus. A campus portal to be exact. I got there on time (a rarity, I assure you), and sat in the dark (I didn't feel like turning on the lights). I waited for more people to come in (40 RSVPs, only 7 people sitting there). No one else came. Life sucks like that.

Then I saw it. The speaker had no upper lip. I stared at her for a while and tried to make out a discernable upper lip, however, I was quite amused to see that it really was a lip, however, it was in the shape of a frown. Thin. I had a friend who was in the same predicament, and she used to fill in her lips, that is, draw with her lipliner an upper lip, which basically means, to those of you uninitiated, she drew a line where she wanted her lip on her skin above her faux upper lip and filled it in with her lipstick. Like clowns do, and come to think of it, that's not a bad comparison.

I couldn't get my eyes off her upper lip. I'm the kind of girl who loves full lips. Why? They kiss better, for one thing. Another thing too is a story about my childhood. Not having the stereotypical pinay flavor in the looks department, I was forever being assailed for the cast of the roll of the genetic dice. Too this, too that, lips too thick. Etc. Lips too big? Are you serious? So it's been somewhat of a issue if you will. Embrace that which is maligned.

Who knows, maybe she's embracing her upper lip. Beats me.

Is there anything to embrace? I thought. How does she smile? Does she smile? How does she sip coffee? When she drinks milk, does the white mustache go all the way up into her nose? When she wears lipstick, does it get all over her teeth? Does she do the fill-in thing with her lip? Is that why she always looks so sad?

Oh well, we're all different, physically and mentally, etc etc ad nauseum. Just another observation of the

Voodoo Child.


posted by Voodoo Child @ 12:19:00 PM