5.24.2008

Girlfriends, Men and Dogs



I caught up with my college best friend, who shall now grace this blog as Bade (since she is quite a spectacular person and any untoward revelation made herein might cause nuisance to her perfection--if you know her true identity then you also know her well enough to keep your mouth shut) at Greenbelt 3 today. She was escaping the vestiges of the supertyphoon that left her city with no electricity for many days now.

Last time I saw her was sometime in February when we went to the UP Fair. The vixen lost some weight and was fabulous as ever. Trust her and I to not lay eyes on each other for months and feel like we're still living at the annex wing of Kalayaan Dormitory.

It's funny how we kept our friendship for six years when our personalities are poles apart. She's cool, calm, collected. I'm the perennial worrier. She doesn't give a hoot about what other people think; I was born a crowd-pleaser . She eats exotic food...when we were in Bangkok, she willingly ate whatever food was on her plate without asking what composed her meal. I can only take chicken, pork, beef, definitely no vegetables and fish, but I do love shrimp and crabs. We do agree on one thing though, but it is much too exclusive to reveal here...we were, for once, whispering when we concurred on this observation a few hours ago.

Our source of fascination varies from politics(today it was the death of Rep. Beltran) ,history (we conferred on the Boleyn sisters), international relations (the ASEAN)...but mostly the more important topics that would grace our discussions would be the choice of tissue paper("Bakit ganito brand nito...'Tisyu'?!!?Wahahahaha"), food("Bakit wala nang cream sauce itong meal na to?....Ay teka, nasa ilalim pala ng kanin!" or
"I specifically said lose the onions, this is onion, it's not cabbage, it tastes like onion too.") and of course, men and failed relationships ("If you think about it, mas okay na yung married before kasi may annulment naman...mahirap yung may anak kasi yun lumalaki, nakikita mo, di mo naman pwedeng patayin yung anak di ba?!?").

Speaking of men...I was also in Greenbelt last night and found this book, Everything I Know about Men, I Learned from my Dog by Clare Staples, with a foreword by Sex and the City author Candace Bushnell. I didn't get to buy it, so when I told Bade about thi s find, we traversed the narrow path to Powerbooks and searched again.

Found it, bought it, loved it. Now that's an irony, because I'm not especially fond of the male specie at this point, and neither am I fond of man's so-called best friend. Anyone who claims to know me must know my uncanny fear of the canine. Big or small, I turn cold and jump at the sight of a dog nearby.

In any case, the book is a joy to read. It's the kind you finish in an hour or less. Each page contains one paragraph of truth--on the left side about men, and about dogs on the right. I was only on page two and I was amused already.

So what sort of insight does the book share? "Don't date a slob. No matter how good a man's heart is, or what a great guy he seems, if he looks a mess, most likely he is a mess. A man who takes pride in his appearance has self-worth and that is a great quality." Partnered by " Make sure your dog is groomed regularly. Their appearance is very important and they look to you to keep them at their best."

Or "Handsome men are never a great bet. Often they have learned to rely on their looks and as a result have not had to develop a personality or sense of humor--two far more important qualities." With, "Don't choose a dog for his looks alone. Remember that looks are only surface deep--loyalty, devotion, an eagerness to please and unconditional love truly are the most wonderful things you can ever experience than the color of his eyes or the softness of his coat."

This author's one smart former model.

5.20.2008

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!

it's a conspiracy!



ina and how, on the way to the senate lounge to meet ditas, get into the elevator. senate president manny villar gets in with his entourage.


a group of female senate employees on the right corner of the lift: happy valentine's day sir!


sp villar: happy valentine's day rin.


(suddenly turns to his left, looks straight into ina's eyes for a long time)


sp villar: happy nga ba talaga ang valentine's?
(howie snickers behind ina. ina gives him a kick on the foot)


ina: no other way to explain it...it's a conspiracy!

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