Juddah Overload!

I don't know why this merits a blog entry, but coincidence is just so bewildering I can't help it.

A few weeks ago, I was bitching over some questionnaire a group of students sent to the office. The answers to their queries were a click of a button away on Google, and I couldn't take it that I was missing my Saturday because of them. I called Georg to vent but couldn't get hold of her. A few minutes later, she returned my call.

"Georg, listen to these questions I have to answer..."

"Sorry I couldn't answer a while ago, I was shooting the TAYO feature with Juddha Paolo," she answered. She was talking about the documentary for the Ten Accomplished Youth Organizations, an award the office gives out.

"Juddha Paolo the gwapo guy?" I asked. (To those who don't know which gwapo guy this Juddha Paolo is, he was the hotta hotta Coca-cola boy. If you still can't remember him, you're on your own.)

"Haha, yeah," Georg answered. I could hear her repeating to somebody everything I said, and next thing you know, she had Juddha Paolo on the line.

"Hi," said Mr. Hotta Hotta to me.

"Hi," I replied, "So you're hosting the TAYO Special this year?"

"Yup, but don't judge me so much when you see it," he joked.

"I won't, I promise," Pa-cute. Haha...

A few weeks later, I was at the Power Plant Mall with Lizel and Ares to get Vina a birthday gift. When we accomplished our mission, we walked our way out of the mall to the taxi stand. There was no line when we got there, but a young man and a lady in her fifties joined us later.

Lizel suddenly stopped what she was saying to whisper, "Juddha Paolo behind us."

"Who's Juddha Paolo?" Ares asked audibly, and Lizel and I had to stifle our chuckles.

When I told Lizel about the short conversation I had with Juddha Paolo over the phone courtesy of Georg, she joked "You should've introduced yourself!"

And then last night, I was having dinner with Team Kiko alumni at Italiannis in Bonifacio High Street. A pretty girl with jet black hair and an arm covered with tattoo walked out of the restaurant. Her gothic style caught our attention, and as we wondered how it must've hurt to get all those designs on her limb, we noticed she had an escort: Juddha Paolo.

So what's the point? I don't have a point. I told you!