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December 31, 2006(originally appeared on september 29, 2004)
Oh my good Lord! Ten days have passed but it’s just now that I have visited this portal again. Here I am scraping each segment of my brain for some spoiled files that I should have included in this fab-journal.
What have happened to me for the past days? Let me scrape some more…
File #091604: I had the rare opportunity to rub elbows—literally rub—with the upper A members of the society—Celine Lopez, Tessa Prieto-Valdez, Ito Kish, the Prada mother-and-son tandem, and Tim Yap to name a few. Thanks to my “liz-connection,” I got the chance to enter this not-so-ultra-exclusive-as-what-I’ve-expected event. Because of Liz, I became an automatic member of the production staff. The pre-production hours before the big event dubbed, Rustan’s Home Entertainer’s Month, was really an intoxicating one. Not because we were pampered with wine and other alcoholic drinks but because we experienced stress in its purest form. Of course, I was not really a part of the original cast, that’s why I didn’t allow the stress to get in to me. I must prepare myself for the big event that night. Oh by the way, I must introduce to you the production cast: Ayen—the fabulous head of Rustan’s home department. She was also the “mother” of the production team. Liz—no description needed; but she was my connection. Also members of the staff were: the ever oh-so nervous-but-funny Jing; the soft-spoken and cat-enthusiast (what’s this for?) Des, the cat-eyed Mica, the friendly Ate Marden, and of course, my new friend (and hopefully my future connection to the broadcasting world) Iñigo. The party was not a blast—with firecrackers—as I projected it to be. Even before the program officially started some of the bratinella members of the crowd already left the party. “Hostingly speaking,” Tim Yap was not the “IT” boy but because he knows—read: FRIENDS—those people, he was able to bring the jet-setter crowd high above the sky. After that marathon event (we were literally running every now and then to get each vignette’s designer/s and party host), I couldn’t help it but to show how tired I was. We stayed in the boardroom for some bonding-slash-reminiscing hours. What I enjoyed most about that event was the company of those people whom I’ve worked with. I just let the party roll. After all, I was not really a part of it. Those people who were behind that party were the main reasons why I enjoyed being there. I could have (and should have) stayed at home and did something more worthy of my time. The Bratinella Society, as I have observed, have this kind of attitude, which is so unique to them. To give flesh to that let me give you an example:
Socialite A is talking to a group of amigas. Socialite B approaches her. When Soc. A sees Soc. B, before she makes beso-beso (the way socialite greet his/her amigo/amiga), she needs to look (and check) at Soc. B from head to toe.
Do you see the picture? It is as if Socialite A is checking if Soc. B is prettier than her or is wearing more-expensive and more fashionable clothes than her. Just call them the A-Filipinos during the most depressive time of ours. Another thing that I’ve observed, this crowd will really not wait for the program to start: Why ask them to wait? After all, they are the most prestigious members of the society?
When one reaches the A-status (whether through affiliation or through hard work), is it a passport for that person to forget one’s values? Now, I wonder…
File #091704: Fresh from my A-experience, I had to prepare myself for a lower-budgeted but more important to my life production—our thesis project. The shooting of this particular video shoot was really a pain in the ass! The original five people—Miguel, Atoy, Kristoffer, Danuel, and Ajjie—weren’t there. The first three immediately told me that they couldn’t be there for other commitments, which they had agreed upon. The last person—Mr. Cheerleader himself, Ajjie—I didn’t text him because, I knew then that he have a very fully-booked schedule. The fourth person—Fiction! Fiction—actually, was the first person to say he would come. But on the day itself, hours before the shooting and all members of the cast and crew were there, he cancelled! What a biAtch! The shoot pushed through but there were only two people who took the place of the original five. Thanks to my co-Tiff—the couple—Tijou and Nico for agreeing to do the video shoot early morning. After a very long preparation but a very short interview, we went to G4 to watch the movie flick, Feng Shui! Thanks to God, Fiction! Fiction!, wasn’t there because the five of us (the very generous Liz for her car, my thesis mate—Cindy, the couple—Tijou and Nico, and me) had a great time! Was it the production staff’s fault that we didn’t have a very good taping or was it the fault of this person why the taping failed?
File #092504: When I became friends with Liz, I experienced a different culture—literally—the culture of the Filipino Chinese. This time, another parcel of Fil-Chi culture arrived. I received an invitation to a Pua Tiong Chiu. This is a game during the Mooncake Festival of the Chinese. Through luck, you must get a certain combination of the five dice and you’ll get a prize. A certain combination gets a certain prize. The more rare the combination you get, the bigger the reward. After more than ten rounds of playing the dice, Liz and I almost had a sari-sari store because we always get the lowest prize—junk foods. Since it was my first time to join such a game like this, I expected to win the top prize; call it the beginner’s luck. But after more or less than 20 rounds, I ended up with more than 20 junk foods in my paper bag. In spite of a luck-less night, I still enjoyed being with these guys. Not only I got the chance to play a Chinese game with Fil-Chi friends (I was playing Chinese Checkered with my kababata, back then) but also I got the chance to mingle with Roxanne’s frightening howe—Eric. I was really afraid of this guy. Every time we meet in school, I always want to shrink or just disappear. I don’t know about this guy. He always brought so much fear to me. But after that night, my impression towards him changed. Maybe, that’s my prize!
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