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Wednesday, November 25, 2009
I changed my mind. Chiz Escudero is a freakin ambitious, arrogant jerk.
He hasn't even done anything worthy in the Senate yet and here he goes sour graping because he didn't get any good endorsement from the likes of Danding.
He can go kiss Noynoy AbNoy's ass for all I care.
I am voting for Manny Villar!
Posted at 03:24 am by dot_j
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Sunday, July 23, 2006
Mood: I'm in a weird state of mind.
Music of the Moment: Nuthin', just listening to my interview with Chiz
I
met Chiz Escudero last night. I remember the moment exactly. My friends
and I were sitting on our strategicaly located chairs. Our table was at
the back of the room but it faced the stage directly. We didn't want
heads blocking our view of the man who was the night's guest of honor,
so we carefully chose our table. We were in evening gowns, the men in
their barong tagalogs. Some may deny it, but, clearly everyone wanted
to look their best. It wasn't really hard to move around, but of course
with our heels and the long flowing gowns, we opted to sit while
waiting for his arrival. I was giggling over some silly talks, then for
some unknown reason I glanced at the door, and there he was, in a black
short sleeves polo, wearing the trademark Chiz smile.
I gasped. And for what seemed like an eternity, none
of my friends spoke a word. The cat got their tongue obviously. I, on
the other hand, shifted on my chair like a pubescent girl who caught a
glimpse of her crush.
Yeah, it was surreal, silly, hilarious, thrilling
etc.. etc. I can name all adjectives available and they would aptly
describe what took place at that precise moment.
I wasn't exactly hyperventilating in public,
however I wasn't a picture of sophistication either. But then again,
I'm only human. I got excited. Simple as that.
Still, I was in a better condition than many others.
Some girls I know shrieked and squealed. I heard stories of perspiring
palms and wobbly knees. Indeed, at that jiffy, Chiz was the star.
Ever since my co-officers and I agreed to invite Mr.
Escudero to the Testimonial Dinner, I had been counting the days
leading to the actual night. I have been a fan of this man ever since
he became Fernando Poe Jr's trusted spokesperson.
Everyone knows about the legendary FPJ's wariness of
politicians. When Erap became president, FPJ never set foot at the
Malacanang Palace. Not even once. He was also said to have trusted only
a select few to surround him during the campaign. And Chiz, the
youngest of the group, was a personal choice to be his spokesperson. I
guess that is testament to the brilliance and charm of this Bicolano
politician. To impress "Da King" is no mean feat.
So it's no surprise that his arrival in the ballroom
caused so much fuzz. He is, after all, a certified celebrity.
Chiz looks just like he does in television. Perhaps,
a little thinner. Television, as we know, adds at least 10 lbs. He has
a small face, and a genuine smile that, at times, turned into a
mischivous grin. He glanced down often. Seemed embarassed with the
attention he was being showered with. Unlike some of his
contemporaries, the man didn't look thrilled with the popularity fever.
He appeared grateful, touched even. He was like a reluctant star in the
presence of die hard aficionados.
But such reluctance, such humility only added up to the charm of this future Senator, and probably, President.
He said his speech in Tagalog, although he did
speak English once in a while. He joked about having only a few
English available. It surprised me, I know he speaks impeccable
English. I have heard him used the foreign language so many times in
talk shows. Why would he want people to think he didn't know how?***
He touched on mostly "law" topics. Trying hard not
to appear like he was "namumulitika". He was a good speaker. He was
forceful, engaging, eloquent, clear.
Later in the night, he asked to be excused so he can
smoke. He didn't have a moment of peace though. People rushed out of
the ballroom when they saw him leave. The lobby turned into a studio as
hordes of girls surrounded him asking to have their pictures taken with
him. He obliged.
I went out a few minutes later. My friend Aliya
wanted a souvenir picture and so I accompanied her. The scene that
greeted me was something straight out of a movie premiere. Girls were
shrieking, giggling, snapping pictures like there was no tomorrow.
While watching the events that transpired, it
occured to me. It doesn't take much to excite people. It doesn't take a
lot to make our day. This country is so in dire need of heroes and role
models that when we are blessed with the presence of a "hero
material", we throw all caution to the wind and drop all formalities.
Who cares if we appeared too eager? Yes, Chiz Escudero made people
excited that night. The presence of him made our day. His charisma and
modesty, and unassuming persona transcended all political
boundaries. His wits, smart personality and strong
character registered well with those he met.
Some people may not agree with his political and
personal views, but it cannot be denied, that on that evening, on July
22, 2006, time stood still for a lot of people. And for that moment,
that room became our world, and it revolved around one man, Francis
Joseph Escudero.
(my take on our interview with him will be on my next post.)
*** he explained why in the interview
Posted at 09:21 am by dot_j
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Saturday, March 26, 2005
Music of the moment: Annie's Song (John Denver)
(mp3 available upon request)
Mood: Strange
A person's life is said to be full and colorful when it is loaded with adventures or misadventures, fortune or misfortunes, or if it is laden with intricate web of stories that leave a spectator or a listener or even a reader, breathless and clamoring for more.
My life is far from being ordinary. I may have not yet achieve the fame and status that I aim for, still I have had the honor of being blessed with a life not just decorated with joy, success, and amazing experiences, but also stained with failures, disappointments, anger.
My sky is decorated by more than a band of seven of colours; more than just a rainbow.
Different hues, different shades. All shapes, all sizes. My life is a joyride. My world is a kaleidoscope.
Posted at 11:25 pm by dot_j
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My Kaleidoscope World
Dot
principled
dreamer
a walking contradiction
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