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Midweek memefied

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IT’S WEDNESDAY on my side of the world, and maybe on yours, too. Memefied means I’ve gone mainstream (long before I’ve admitted to it, which is just now). This is like a pledge — mostly to myself; no, entirely to myself? — to post on the same day weekly, with a theme hovering over us all, writer and readers alike. So let’s keep it straight and short: Five for…

Five for fair enough: Eccentric keyword entries

These are my top picks for curious word choices people used to find my blog, intentionally (like a stalker) or not:

brogues dont [sic] look good on me

Maybe it’s your cankles, but can’t you see? It wasn’t interrogative, you just thought out loud on Google. Google what looks good with cankles next time. You’re welcome.

girls brogues ugly

Girl brogues are ugly? Girls are ugly? Brogues are for girls only? Brogues are girls? 

the real mutton varuval for beer drinkers

Varuval what? This makes me think of a Tagalog word which then makes me think of beer drinkers. 

<insert friend and fellow blogger’s name here>
Downright creepy. You’re stalking my friend through my blog? Her stories are not mine to tell, I only tell my stories here and I’m seriously offended.

Kidding. I have 5oo+ friends on Facebook and I talk about each one here.

circumcised

This actually figures, who couldn’t find my blog by typing ‘circumcised’ on Google? 

On second thought, these word combinations sound normal after all, but thanks for bothering typing them. As Chito Miranda (a plausible keyterm for me, yey!) rapped, I really don’t know how to end this, maybe just with this article (I like how he, a Filipino actor and apparently a columnist, writes :D ) I found because I Googled ‘SKD Academy ulinary arts.’

Yes, ulinary.

Thoughts on brogues and being friends with trolls

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“Objectivity regarding brogues relies on a number of variables. Hence: it depends. A quality pair of brogues (with good material, color, and shape) CAN look good on certain people. By process of elimination, I conclude that they don’t look good on women with cankles.”

~ SDJ, fashion police

The ensemble: Blue cardigan (Red Girl), blue denim with periwinkle detail tube dress (YRYS), AND THE cream brogues (Cole Vintage); thanks TJ for the place and the iPhone, and JC for the all-out support

Some eons ago I, the fashion primitive, thought I might actually hack putting on brogues – “oh, those ugly shoes  for women,” typed the fashion police on our Skype friends thread. I ended up almost hacking my keyboard to square bits instead, in an effort to virtually bark out a defensive answer.

What could you really say to a heels person; the guy who advocates women’s right to step on a good duo of three-inches and who always sizes it up himself, that if an outfit could match effortlessly with high heels, why should a lady bother with flat footwear? Point taken. Next thing I knew, a deal was on. And I was hell-bent on proving him wrong (at first). I even came up with a plan:

1. Google “brogue looks” to copy.

2. Search for that kind of dress that won’t flow seamlessly with high heels.

3. Buy a neutral, two-toned, or three-toned brogues for a good finish.

The Brogue Project was spurred on to completion by the support of my circle of friends in the office, the fashion police included — we call ourselves the trolls. After I went over the whole shebang, my friends’ verdict was… well, it was a smashing success. And this is where friendship trumps fashion. It feels warm to be surrounded by a small bunch that would nudge you to express yourself a little more than the usual.

Let me confess: I wasn’t the type who believed in making genuine connections at work. I sucked at it before. But whatever my doubts were, the trolls erased them.

We’ve been through the last Christmas, Valentine’s Day, birthdays, lunch-outs, after-work hangouts, 3PM breaks, all sorts of breaks (like bio-breaks and “cut us some slack, we are PMS-ing” for the girls, sorry TMI), spontaneous photo shoots, teasing, violent reactions, and so yeah, I mean all those shared memories.

We differ in so many things: age, heel-size preferences, fashion statements, Alma mater, lunch-out venue decisions, religious and perhaps political opinions, etc. But we, the seven of us, are always welcome to be ourselves and speak our minds on the thread or face-to-face.

They have taught me things I never learned in school, like anger management and sensitivity. They also never fail to make me laugh. I’d be worse than a hermit to not admit that yes, what I have here are people whose companionship and presence have filled a part of my life. It is not by way of survival or chance that I am friends with them. This I can say with all my <3. Yet they hate sappy moments like this so I should stop.  Better yet, might we stop for a…

*group hug*