I was accompanying a couple of friends inside a boutique when suddenly a sales lady came up and tactlessly asked me if the blouse she was holding would fit me. Surprised, all I could mutter was “Ha?” and the sales lady babbled on with “That lady over there is asking if this would fit you as she thinks you’re about the same size with the one she’s giving this to”. Still I could not figure it out, it was already my friend who replied “Yes, it would fit her.”
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Heard over the news tonight that the Supreme Court finally acquitted Hubert Webb and the rest of the accused in the sensational Vizconde Massacre after having been imprisoned for 15 years. I didn’t know how to react. Certainly I feel for Mr. Lauro Vizconde but somehow over the years, I have also become a fan of Pinky Webb (Hubert’s newcaster sis). Quite a conflict there, huh?
It was also weird listening to Pinky de Leon (mother of Tonyboy Lejano, one of the accused) who kept saying “Hindi natutulog and Panginoon namin.” Hey, He’s my God too!
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With the Vizconde suspects’ unexpected release, I recall a funny story back in 1979. We have then just moved in to our newly built home in a suburban village in Mandaue. Can’t remember how the story really started but one day, rumors came out in the neighborhood that a group of robbers would attack our village. And worst was that pretty housewives were going to be mercilessly raped by them! Fearing for her dear life, an American man’s kept woman who lived across us actually hired her own security guard for safety reasons. What an amusing way of claiming one’s beauty! Thankfully, the robbers never came. They must have set higher standards on their would-be-victims.
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