So It Happened Again January 2, 2009
Posted by Gerely in humor, meeting a guy, thoughts.Tags: U.P. Diliman Faculty Follies 2008
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Happy New Year everyone! Here’s wishing all the best for 2009. To quote my usual Chinese toast — may we all live in interesting times!
I was supposed to write about this three days after it happened. However, I was just too lazy (again) to write, as I was looking forward to the long Christmas break. Now that the long break is almost over, I better post this now before work piles up.
Remember “the guy” I talked about in my blog entry titled, “The Guy I Met In ‘Court’?” Well, I had another encounter with him — this time on a more legitimate setting. The friend of mine who seemed quite hesitant to introduce me to “the guy” invited me to watch them perform on stage (I wouldn’t want to elaborate on this anymore). So, I bought tickets for me and five friends of mine for this event.
It was really a cool event. We had lots of fun watching it. Unfortunately, “the guy” was not able to dance because, when he was about to perform his break dance number, someone tripped on the wires and the music stopped. This did not stop me though from “demanding” from my friend to have my picture taken with the guy after the event.
So there…after the event, I went backstage to greet my friend and to enforce my demand. 
Boy! Was he helpful. He invited his co-performers, including “the guy,” to a photo-ops. To make things subtle in a way, I took a picture of them first. Then, my friend, who was really living up to his promise to me, grabbed my camera and pushed me to “the guy.” Of course, I said sorry to “the guy.” He flashed his million megawatt smile and said it was okay. As expected, all my systems shut down from then on. Sigh!
I was able to have two (group) photos with “the guy,” with me beside him. You would think that I grabbed that major opportunity to strike a simple conversation with him. As expected though…I DID NOT…I GOT DUMBFOUNDED AGAIN. I just mustered a simple and weak “thank you” to him then ran away to get my camera from my friend. I’d rather not talk about what my friend did to me.
Of course, there was the usual tongue-lashing from my girlfriends. They simply gave up on me that night.
Oh well…I guess I’ll leave it at that. I just hope that next time I have an encounter with him, my blog entry about it will be a pleasant one.
Ge vs. The World December 5, 2008
Posted by Gerely in humor.Tags: beauty pageant
3 comments Welcome back, folks! Don’t worry about the seeming seriousness of the title. It’s not about my struggles in life or whatever. It’s all about some of my “bitchy” thoughts about life and The World’s own “bitchy” thoughts about me. To make it more fun, let’s write things down in Tagalog. ————— Si Ge, tinanong kung ano’ng isusuot nyang costume sa Halloween party:
“Ge, ano suot mo sa Halloween party natin?” “Miss Piggy.” “Come as you are na lang.” Si Ge, nakakita ng baklang may boyfriend: “P@#$ng @#a naman o! May matres naman ako a!” Si Ge, nakakita ng baklang ubod ng ganda na may boyfriend: “Sana hindi na lang ako nabuhay sa mundong ‘to.” Si Ge, hiniritan ng isang guy na nagsabing maraming naghahabol na babae sa kanya: “Really? Playboy ka pa sa lagay na iyan? Ano na lang kaya kung guwapo ka?” Si Ge, during the office outing: “Ge: Mababaw lang ba iyung pool?” “Sec.: Oo ma’am, 5 feet lang dito.” “Ge: Haller! Kung 5 feet yan, di lubog na ako.” Si Ge at ang kanyang nanay: “Nanay: Anak, sabi sa zodiac sign ko, may madadagdag daw na miyembro ng pamilya natin by the end of this year. Baka ibig sabihin nito mag-aasawa ka na.” “Ge: E ano naman ang sabi sa zodiac sign ko?” “Nanay: Wala.” “Ge: Puwes, baka ikaw ang mag-aasawa.” Si Ge and a friend: “Ge: Hey, napanood mo na iyung movie na ‘The 40-year-old Virgin’ starring Steve Carrel?” “Friend: Hindi pa. Bakit?” “Ge: Panoorin mo. Sobrang funny!” “Friend: Naka-relate ka?” “Ge: Haller! 40 years old na ba ako?” Si Ge at ang kanyang nanay, Part II (nung mga panahong broken-hearted si Ge): “Nanay: Hay naku anak! Yan na nga kasi ang sinasabi ko. Pagkatali-talino man ng babae, pag umibig nabobobo rin!” “Ge: So ikaw nabobo rin nung umibig ka kay Daddy?” “Nanay: Ano pa nga ba? E talagang ganun. Pero at least ako 26 years old pa lang nag-asawa na.” “Ge [to herself]: Ma, you’re not helping.” Ano kaya kung hiniritan si Ge ng ganito? “Naku, nakakaawa ka naman at wala ka pang boyfriend.” Sasagutin ni Ge ng: “Oks lang. Ikaw may boyfriend nga, swangit naman.” At hiniritan uli sya ng: “Ge, maniwala ka, kahit gano ka-swangit ang boyfriend mo, mas ok pa rin iyung kesa iyung walang-wala.” Ge [to herself]: “Actually…” Si Ge, at her meanest mode, nang sagutin nya ng ganito ang isang kamag-anak: “Kamag-anak: Naku, kaya siguro wala kang boyfriend kasi ang taba-taba mo. Wala talagang magkakagusto sa iyo kung mataba ka.” “Ge: Ay ganun po ba? E bakit po kayo, payat naman, hiniwalayan pa rin kayo ng asawa nyo?” [Sa tutoo lang, ang sarap ng feeling na makasagot ng ganito, kahit kinurot ako ni mommy sa singit.] Nung college si Ge, gusto nyang mag-part-time job. Dahil college lang sya nun (at di pa uso ang mga call centers), ang puwede sa kanya e mag-crew sa Jollibee or McDo. Lekat nga lang at may height requirement na at least 5’2″ for female applicants. Shet! E 4’11″ lang si Ge. So Ge bitches to The World: “Bakit kelangang 5’2″ pa? Basta ba naman mas matangkad pa ako sa counter at makikita ako ng tao, ok na iyun.” Sorry, Ge, it doesn’t work that way. Opinion ni Ge sa mga beauty pageants: “Hay naku! Naglolokohan lang tayo. May interview portion pa kuno to determine the intelligence of the candidates and their capacity to become ambassadors of goodwill. E kung ganun din lang, e di marathon interviews and exams na lang. Bakit kelangan pa nilang iparada ang mga sarili nila in swimsuits and evening gowns? Aminin na lang nga mga organizers na physical beauty pa rin ang hanap.” The World answers back: “Hay naku, Ge! Inggit ka lang kasi hindi ka makasali. Height requirement pa lang sobrang talo ka na.” Ge [to herself]: “Beautiful ako…beautiful ako…beautiful ako…” The World: “Are you trying to convince us or are you trying to convince yourself?”
The Guy I Met In “Court” October 31, 2008
Posted by Gerely in humor, meeting a guy, thoughts.Tags: basketball court
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It’s so nice to be writing again.
I’ve had the chance to review my previous blog entries and noticed how serious they are. Even in my discussions of Sesame Street and Voltes V, I found a way to tie it up with some of my personal issues. So, I’ll take a step back and write something fun…hopefully.
You might notice that the word court in the title is in quotation marks. Obviously, I’m not referring to courtrooms where I usually perform my professional duties. It’s a different kind of court — one that recently brought so much fun in my otherwise staid life. It’s nothing major, but everytime I remember that encounter, I can’t help but smile.
I’m talking about a basketball court. No, I don’t play basketball, but I watch the sport as if my life depended on it. I know all the rules involved in the game that I can actually argue with the referee if he makes a bad call. In 1989, when San Miguel (then composed of Samboy Lim, Hector Calma, Yves Dignadice, et al.) made a grandslam at the PBA, I was able to watch all the championship games even if I had exams the following day.
It happened 5 days after my birthday this year. Since a friend of mine seems quite hesitant to introduce me to “the guy,” I decided to make my own research about him. No, I’m not stalking. I vehemently deny that. It’s not my fault that I’m really really good at research (my major in college is communication research…that’s always a good excuse). Besides, stalking involves an intent to make somebody else’s life miserable. That’s not my goal. I just want to know more about “the guy” as I know that I would most probably just admire him from afar.
Anyway, so I went to see a basketball game of his. I don’t want to go into the details on how I was able to introduce myself. That was the most embarrassing part of the story. Thank heavens he didn’t scoff at me. He was very friendly. Whether he was just being polite or was actually flattered by my efforts, I can sincerely say that the encounter is something that I will always be proud of, considering how I’m not really comfortable approaching guys I like. There’s no denying though that that was one magical moment for me. He has such an unforgettable smile! Those deep brown eyes…probing, full of life…how much of himself can he give away by just looking into that wonderful set?
Exactly 20 days after I went to see his basketball game, we had a chance encounter at my friend’s office. He spoke to me first when he saw me, but it all ended right there. I was just too dumbfounded that I failed to grab the opportunity to get to know him a little better. I got the harshest tongue-lashing from my girlfriends. They could not understand how a lawyer who could argue for 3 hours non-stop in court and who could write 100-page briefs that make the heads of Supreme Court justices spin cannot muster the courage to strike a simple conversation with “the guy.” Looking back, yeah, how hard was it to ask him, “would you care to join us in our beer session?” Oh well, that’s water under the bridge.
I would like very much to explore in this write-up my psyche on my unusual “systems breakdown” when it comes to the men I like, but I promised at the start that this will not be a serious story.
The guy I met in “court”…what difference can one encounter make in this lifetime.
