defy gravity!

the object of my lust arrived the other day. in a sleek grey box, covered in a fabric sachet,the john varvatos-designed jack purcell slip EV was finally mine.

a day after, i found the first signs of wear and tear…well, more like the first stain on the immaculate white. the indigo dye from my Viktor jeans bled into it, and i was crestfallen. i’m the type who goes home to change shirts should even a dollop of spaghetti sauce make its way onto mine. sigh, slightly OC.good thing noel arrived today and invited me to lunch at the Marco Polo.

asi was digging into my dessert (a most delicious pastry and sauce), I bit into an unexpected surprise. i thought it was a cinnamon sprig. not! good thing the manager waived my bill, so i set off in a good mood nevertheless.

i finally finished my palawan article. check it out this thursday (www.sunstar.com.ph). max limpag,our online editor, offered to make me my own website. whooopeeee!!!! at least now i can consolidate jude facts, the better to sell myself to clients. time to bring this to the digital age
can’t wait to blog, finally, on judebacalso.com. whoopeeeee!!!!!!

we’re turning TWO!!! gawd, celebrating the 2nd anniversary of the show end of the month. yes, time does speed past like a bat out of hell if you are having fun. and i still am, we all are. loads of it! i asked favorite reggaeton group CDMC to update the theme song, and work their magic on it. can’t wait to hear what the guys come up with!

last weekend, wenwen and i judged the Mr. and Ms. Pinamungajan pageant. i’ve been going to every single fiesta for the past five years (except the other year when i was in Australia), and it has always been a blast. i had TWO personal favorite among the guys, one looked so rough…made me wanna polish him up

i’m boycotting Chowking Fuente, by the way. really hideous service! i’ve been patronizing that branch for three or so years now because i’m addicted to their takeout, but they can never get my orders right (even if i practically do not deviate EVER from my sweet and sour pork lauriat, side of siomai, kangkong with bagoong, wanton noodle soup snack size, and pineapple juice). i always ask for toyomansi, since i cannot eat without ( i drizzle it on the pancit and dip my siomai in it), and ALWAYS remind the order taker to bring me some. of course, they never do. and i have to be the biatch and ask the rider to come back for it. well, last saturday was the straw that broke the camel’s back. i can’t wait for the Redem branch to get their motorcycles, since I have completely shifted loyalties. the manager did call to apologize (only because i vented on Regional head and my good friend Vo), but it came, as my mother would put it, TWO late the hero.

so i’m scratching them off my list, up there with Loft who wouldn’t let me in because i was wearing a cap ( i fail to see the logic, my conclusion: pretentious rules…when one of the owners chased after to me to say: "Jude, ok ra kay ikaw bitaw na," I went ballistic: "Where is the logic?" He goes: "Di lang mi ganahan mga mag kalo gud, hiphop kaayo." I was wearing a beret dears, and it was part of my whole ensemble…if the deformed, fashionably-challenged owners can understand that).

so that was my week. i run the whole gamut of angel to demon, eh? here’s to TWO…faced.